LL Cool J - Jingling Baby Lyrics
Chorus: ll cool j and girl (repeat 4x)(theyre jinglin, baby) go head, baby[ll cool j]They call me uncle l, future of the funkRecords I recorded minus all the junkPeople spread gossip and believe what they mustWhile I slam dunk {fags} and make em bite the dustA minute is needed to make a phony roni bleedAnd put him in a bucket like its chicken feedCheck out the - pick of the litter, not a quitter, Im nice yallAnd ima dust you off and dust you off twiceYou never heard this so observant all hysterical fan--natics of the asiatic miracle manProminent, dominant, mccoy and Im realIf youre another brothers fan? forget how you feelCause hes so-so, I got the instinctThey call me deputy dog, now put your {ass} in the clinkInnovating, devestating, and dope on the single nowLet me see your earrings jingleChorus[ll cool j]I chopped you, chewed you, baked you and {*****ed} youThat {shit} you pop, you need to stop, youre kind of rude youNo good {niggaboo} tryin to baseHow we livin holmes? get out my face!Im complete, in effect, and I cant fallI rise, suprise, and I advise you allTo stand back and peep, dont sleep or doubtMy skillll get ill, I turn the mother outIm top-notch, youre still playin hop-scotchNow ima do ya while the party people watchYoure real funny, you really try to go for yoursBut I know why: you aint had no dough beforeSo you tried and lied to drain my fameThis aint a game, yo, you know my nameForget all the mcs who like to mingleYo baby, let me see your earrings jingleChorus[ll cool j]When you first walked in, I aint know what to thinkYou grabbed the microphone like your {shit} dont stinkAnd tried to run down that; I cant get over that{bullshit} you were sayin - you call that a battle rap?How you gonna go against an army with a handgun?Im cool j, yo you dont understand, sonIm a legend, on top of that Im livinNow you look stupid like that {*****} ms. givensWhoever geesed you up; nah, how should I say it?Whoever set you up, they knew just how to play itCause man, yo, I feel for you brotherIm a baaaaaad... (word to my mother!)Takin out suckers while the ladies puckerAnd rollin over {niggaz} like a redneck truckerInnovatin, devastatin, and dope on a single, nowLemme see your earrings jingleChorus[ll cool j]Yeah baby, you know what I mean?You like be jinglin crazy, word(yeah yeah yeah)All over this funky beatYou be like jinglin, and your earrings be jinglinAnd shakin all over the place and all (mm-hmm)Its like real, its real wild to me honey yaknahwhatimean?The way you be jinglin, worrrrrrdChorus[ll cool j]Cant believe you tried to grip the same mic as meYour grips too weak, you cant hold it, bYou can dream of makin progress and gettin this niceBut when I roll up, its like hip hop viceI serve to curbs, I never swerve Im superbEvery word you heard played tricks on your nervesYou played your hand, lost track of your planWhen I show up, I blow up, end of story, my manIm a play you like a poker chip, thats what you getI bet your fret, sweat, and regret you metThe titan of fightin, excitin when writin, you triflin toy-boyI gotta enlighten, so start bitinYou know you cant create and get mean like thisWhen Im on the court, g, its strictly swisssshhhh!When its all over, said and done, my friendThey say, that {bad mother*****er} just scored againSo take a step back, give me some room to wreck shopHeres your token back, youre gettin off at the next stopIma deliver and give a speech with vigorI drink some olde e and start waxin {niggaz}Chorus 2x
