LL Cool J - Rasta Imposter Lyrics
Intro:What you got to do with it? what the ***** you talkin about?What the ***** you got to do with it? you stupid nigga? you stupid?Did you see that video, nigga? ***** wrong with you? like you dont,You dont know what you go to do with it. like your *****in insane orSomething. (you *****in wack ass nigga)(laughing in background)[verse one]Yall faggots is weak, yall starstruck niggas think shit is sweetThat busy signal bullshit is dead up in the streetHeard that garbage dough jam, made me reminisceOn when heard your mans wack shit and went to take up hisJealous faggot man cause Im richer than yallWhen I load my desertees, Im picturin yallOn the streets of queens where I was raised and born, hardcoreAnd stood on every corner like a liquor storeClips full of hollowtips, follow loose lipsAimin at your clique and make em cough up my chips*****, ya niggas wanna see if Im ill?Wanna see how many rappers can be killed, how much blood can spill?When I inject this lyrical drill, if I cant do it, the dumb-dumbs willTell that nigga to tell his man to tell that niggaI send the wolves to kill that niggaIf you wanna know why, its cause Im still that niggaMichael jordan of all this rap shit, pullin the triggerWhat the *****? you on a mission to self-destructAnd have the nerve to let the chickenhead model cluckYour swervin nigga, better follow the white linesYour up on the sidewalk, off course, read the signIm so ill, yall niggas is so wackYour whole crew is such, yall lack the hard impactFar as your man go, I got young niggas that wanna get himTreat him like a philly, wetim and splitimChorusL.l. dont lose niggas, we can do it however you choose niggaOne on one or round up the crews niggaBut can-i-blast you out your shoes niggaYou know the rules nigga!*repeat*[verse two]Queens shit, give me cream so I can grab my dickSew that shit, what the ***** yall niggas workin with?Backwards, ass-jerk, jumpin up out the woodworkRidin my meat, tryin to critique my physiqueA real nigga wouldnt even mention my lipsCant believe you went there, no I know you a *****Sugar-coated nigga, deep-throated niggaYoung guns take a pull before they quote a niggaYeah, I wrote it nigga for all my real live devoted niggasIm a true and livin lyrically ill poet niggaSo what you talkin bout? that shits supposed to be hot?Yall niggas on the warpath, yall takin over my block?I think not, matter of fact your not aloud to rap no moreAnd if you hear this in the club sneak out the backdoorAnd if you bumpin in your ride make sure your windows is upAnd your tints passed the limitSo they dont know a faggots in it!Im l.l. and I did this to youTeflon waitin for every nigga runnin with youRhymes hit you, lace you up again and split youNiggas aint official thats why mom dukes miss youTell your man bring it on, Im only gettin warmNever die, never quit, and my moneys longPunk ass crab nigga, talkin bout his lipsConstantly involvin my name with that bullshit!Why I diss you? you stepped up in the ringIce jinglin in the video like you the next don kingAnd tell your man I know he got some lyrics in the stashBut Im the best that ever did it, now get this motheruckin assMics too hot to hold, leave it in the sandSo I can describe the picture with both handsYou must not understand whos in commandI got all the flavor, but yall niggas is mad blandChorus[verse three]Ill cut your *****in head off and leave it on your moms dresserThen pay the pope a hundred thou to go and bless herYou wanna test a lyrical teacher and professor?I bet yall niggas fall off now that your under pressureI dont stress ya, yet still I must check yaExtort niggas for gettin *****ed up, stop and inspect ya***** wrong with you nigga? you cant do nothin to meIf I put a slug in you on the low, youd probably try to sue meYour girl blew me, I said now! she said do meBust a nut in her face on tape to let the crew seeCant put dirt roll, nigga poppin shitUnderestimantin what queens niggasll do for chipsI originated all this shitThe ice, the champagne, the *****es on the dickThat really dont apply to you crabs in a barrelMics my staff sendin you a message like pharaohLeave it alone or get swallowed in the seaThe king of hiphop is something you could never beMy crown youll never see, Ill rule forever, gIll be goin platinum when you just a memoryIm the double l, capital c, double oWith the seven upside down jakes slayin the clownWhat the ***** wrong wit yall niggas? you out your mind nigga?You better try to go beg lauryn to come back or something***** wrong with you?Chorus
