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1. _ I Want You
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2. _ You'll Rock
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3. _ Dangerous
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4. _ I Can't Live Without My Radio
Verse 1
My radio, believe me, i like it loud
I'm the man with a box that can rock the crowd
Walkin' down the street, to the hardcore beat
While my jvc vibrates the concrete
I'm sorry if you can't understand
But i need a radio inside my hand
Don't mean to offend other citizens
But i kick my volume way past 10
My story is rough, my neighbourhood is tough
But i still sport gold, and i'm out to crush
My name is cool j, i devastate the show
But i couldn't survive without my radio
Terrorising my neighbours with the heavy bass
I keep the suckas in fear by the look on my face
My radio's bad from the boulevard
I'm a hip-hop gangster and my name is todd
Just stimulated by the beat, bust out the rhyme
Get fresh batteries if it won't rewind
Cos i play everyday, even on the subway
I woulda got a summons but i ran away
I'm the leader of the show, keepin' you on the go
But i know i can't live without my radio
Verse 2
Suckas on my jock when i walk down the block
I really don't care if you're jealous or not
Cos i make the songs, you sing along
And your radio's def when my record's on
So get off the wall, become involved
All your radio problems have now been solved
My treacherous beats make ya ears respond
And my radio's loud like a fire alarm
The floor vibrates, the walls cave in
The bass makes my eardrums seem thin
Def sounds in my ride, yes the front and back
You would think it was a party, not a cadillac
Cos i drive up to the ave, with the windows closed
And my bass is so loud, it could rip your clothes
My stereo's thumpin' like a savage beast
The level on my power meter will not decrease
Suckas get mad, cos the girlies scream
And i'm still gettin' paid while you look at me mean
I'm the leader of the show, keepin' you on the go
But i know i can't live without my radio
I'm the leader of the show, keepin' you on the go
And i know i can't live without my radio
Verse 3
Don't touch that dial, i'll be upset
Might go into a fit and rip off your neck
Cos the radio's thumpin' when i'm down to play
I'm the royal chief rocker ll cool j
Let your big butt bounce from right to left
Cos it's a actual fact this jam is def
Most definitely created by me
Goin' down in radio history
I'm good to go on your radio
And i'm cold gettin' paid cos rick said so
Make the woofers wallop and your tweeters twitch
Some jealous knuckleheads might try to dis
But it's nuthin', ya frontin', ya girl i am stuntin'
And my radio's loud enough to keep you gruntin'
My name is cool j, i'm from the rock
Circulating through your radio non-stop
I'm lookin' at the wires behind the cassette
And now i'm on the right, standing on the eject
Wearin' light blue pumas, a whole lotta gold
And jams like these keep me in control
I'm the leader of the show, keepin' you on the go
And i know i can't live without my radio
Verse 4
Your energy level starts to increase
As my big beat is slowly released
I'm on the radio and at the jam
Ll cool j is who i am
Imma make ya dance, boogie down and rock
And you'll scratch and shake to my musical plot
And to expand my musical plan
Cut creator, rock the beat with your hands
That's right, so don't try to front the move
As you become motivated by the funky groove
You can see me and earl chillin' on the block
With my box cold kickin' with the gangster rock
See people can't stop me, neither can the police
I'm a musical maniac to say the least
For you and your radio i made this for
Cool j's here to devastate once more
Pullin' all the girls, takin' out mcs
If ya try to disrespect me, i just say please!
Here to command the hip-hop land
Kick it live with a box inside my hand
I'm the leader of the show, keepin' you on the go
But i know i can't live without my radio
Farmers boulevard, yeah, you know that's where me and e hang out, cool
Out, you know what i'm sayin'? that's where the crib's at.
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5. _ That's A Lie
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6. _ I Can Give You More
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7. _ Dear Yvette
Verse 1
Yo yvette, there's a lot of rumours goin' around
They're so bad, baby you might have to skip town
See something's smellin' fishy and they say it's you
All i know is that you made it with the whole damn crew
They say you're a man-eater during the full moon
Mascot of the senior boys' locker room
They said yvette walked in, there wasn't too much rap
Her reputation got bigger, and so did her gap
Cuz girl your momma shoulda taught you better
I'mma sit down and write you a long letter.
Chorus
Dear yvette x4
Verse 2
I'm glad you ain't my sister, then again if you was
I'd have to treat you like you was my distant cuz
I'm not a news reporter, i don't mean to assume
What should i think? i seen ya comin' out the men's bathroom
You wasn't in there alone, wasn't usin' the phone
The door was locked for twenty minutes, all i heard was "moan".
Repeat chorus
Verse 3
I don't really know if the story is so
I can either ask curly, or larry or moe
Or earl, shabazz, lou, mookie or joe
Like santa claus said, you're a ho-ho-ho
In every disco you say hello
Like you're a little angel, but we all know
Since you was eleven you been actin' this way
You always got in bed when you wanted to play
You're a freak, you think you're lady godiva
Some freaks are live, but yvette you're liver.
Repeat chorus
Verse 4
You're a back-seat queen, a elevator pro
A high-powered body makes your levis grow
See the stories i've heard, they could amaze
I heard she did it on a motorcycle back in the days
So calm down freak, get a g.e.d.
That's a general education on decency
One day you'll see, and agree with me
Unless you're gonna be a freak until you're 93
For you there's no fee, everything is free
This is from me to you, not you to me
Every night is your night, your leather pants are tight
You try to shake your butt with all your might
I don't really wanna dis nobody
You might think i had a little too much bacardi
But that's not the problem, the problem's yvette
How bad can a girl's reputation get?
See she's the kinda girl all the homeboys met
If you're desparate ask yvette, cuz she'll say "bet".
Repeat chorus
Verse 5
B-boys are hard on the boulevard
The reverend at the church said you was barred
Homeboys on the block love you a lot
You're a real famous freak whether you like it or not
So before you start walking and your beak starts squawkin'
Let me explain to you who is talkin'
I'm l.l. cool j from around the way
You boogie down to my records almost every day
Go a hundred miles an hour when you're standin' still
You're faster than my caddy when it's goin' downhill
Won't forget that day in the y.m.c.a.
The guy at the desk said it was ok
For you to come inside cuz he knew you'd stay
Greg g. and garfield yelled "hooray"
Repeat chorus x2
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8. _ Rock The Bells
Rumor has it that you're tired of my scratchin' and drums
And of couse i wanna expand to the maximum
So i inject in one more element to that of l.l.
Came up with something' funky called rock the bells
During this episode vocally i explode
My title is the king of the fm mode
See, my volume expands to consume
And my structures emote a lyrical heirloom
Vacally pulsating, i initiate gyrating
Ya must respond to my bells, there's no waiting
For the duration, there's no articulation
Receiving ovation for the bell association
The vocalization techniques i employ
The voice of my shadow could take a toy boy
The injection of bells into this beat
The result-enough evergy to amputate your feet
Greater insulator microphone dominator
My name is coll j, manipulator innovator
Connoisseur, i'm sure my percussion will excite
These bells are gonna rock all night
Rock the bells
The bells make your energy escalate
A sort of musical fury l.l. might detonate
Subject matter entitled "the bells"
The lyrical appraisement is by l.l.
My progrtam strains the tympanic membrane
I've been ordained the blz i'll flame
Paragraphs i concoct, cut creator's like an organist
Cool j exists as a journalist
I illuminate over any number on the richter
My throat contracts like a boa constrictor
You're totally engulfed by the structured and the format
It's not dormant, it goes to the core, man
As you repain, you'll say i went
To torture individuals for exitement
Ambassador, the fiend of cordor
Dialect so def, it'll rip up the floor
Ignite and excite with verbal extensions
What i'll mention will put you on pension
Makin' you tremble, nothin' resemble
The bells and if it don't
I disassemble
Hit if you bit
I go have a fit
The master impresario of lyrical wit
A hip-hop creature, concert feature
Amateur teacher, my rhymes reach ya
When i commence with excellence
It eradicates levels of pestilence
Upon a plateau
No mortal can go
Mythological characters stand below
Rock the bells
A b-boy symphony complete with bells
No classical fanatic is parallel
From the design of my lyrics many people call me
An immortalized b-boy prodigy
Eeee a misdemeanor, cleaner women i subpoena
No conjecture in my lecture, name and adversary gina
Promoter, my tune revolves like rotor
Whilst i decode-a the cranium of yoda
Rehearsing steadily, growing i sing tweeter, mid-range
And woofers need guarding
The bells rip your auditory canal
Plagiarism is suicide for then i shall
Be forced to assault
Our position will halt
Upset you with words
Drink your blood like it's a malt
Opposite of illusions
Evidently it's true
The beat metabolism supposed to accelerate you
Hallucinating severe convulsion
Your equilibrium is took from my propolsion
I came here tonight to rock
These bells will never stop
Rock the bells
Ya livin' on my lines side
Autographs i sign
Inferior fan-recorder of my rhyme
Perfect spectator, well i'm the dominator
You reline and refine, it and you save it for later
Swipe it as you type it
You recite it as you bite it
Then you claim it as your own to get them excited
About it as you shout it
You don't tell them how go it
And you repeat it and rock it
Multiply it, divide it, ya even sit inside it
It's l.l.'s rhyme, i know ya wanna bite
You announce, i pounce, destroy, annihilate
If you break, you'll be straight when i eliminate
You sonny lke scholars and you write 'em on your collars
You'll bomb and you'll try before a million dollars
I get like a leopard, attack, ransack, disturb, cold crush
Use a line, i make 'em hush
The lovers in the taker, faker, lovers of the lakers, simulator
Rap traitor,l perfect perpetrator
To see ya as you bit the words
You'd think you never heard
The mike sings like a hummin' bird
Rock the bells
Jack the ripper
King hercules
Professor of death in the seven seas
Grim reaper of rhyme
Holder of the rock
Eradicating suckers all around the clock
The supreme machine
A microphone dream
My revenge isbrutal when you start to scheme
I mean, you're my adversary, i enjoy the few
The peruvian rock, cocaine or quaalude
The story, the beginning of your death is heard
But your cries are ignored by the kind of word
I'm the super insane murderer in the rain
Like a vampire goin' for your jugular vein
Exterminating crews with my manuscript
And the best thing you wrote was a bunch of bullshit
The night of the nights
You're my victim tonight
You ain't nothin' nobody so get outta any sight
Bein' crushed by the source
It's reinforced (thoughts)
Now ya feel remorse 'cause ya know who's boss
L.l. cool j is your undertaker
Def hit-maker plus a bone-breaker
Treble terminator, bass mutilator
You can drop your drawers, i'm a rapper castrator
On the microphone you will never recoup
When i'm finished with you, boy, you'll be suckin' on soup
Music virtuoso, melodical employer
I knew you was a sucker, first time i saw ya
Roll the red carpet, royalty's arrived
Don't try to fight back 'cause you won't survive
So don't never ever in any kind of weather
Try to mess with the tall young legend in leather
L.l. servin' 'em well
The beat elevates and the scratch excels
Rock the bells
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9. _ You Can't Dance
He man, i've seen ya, think ya rockin' it on the floor...
You look like a moron! who let you in the door?
To put the question bluntly: maybe your feet's deformed.
They should slap you in the teeth when you put your dancing shoes on.
You can't dance!
Why don't you just nail your feet to the floor?
Homeboy, what's the use?
Anytime you wanna step aside a party,
First think of an excuse.
You dance like a fat old lady
Not sayin' that fat old ladies ain't nice,
But every time you try to get one move right.
The old lady then did it twice.
You can't dance!
You've been a dancing disco disaster,
The worst i ever saw.
They should dropkick you on the neck
And drag you off the floor.
In every discotheque, i see you there
In the middle of the crowd,
Looking like you got eight or nine left feet dragging all around.
You can't dance!
Take my advice, don't move!
You'll never get the knack.
If i danced like you i'd sneak out the party
And wouldn't be coming back.
On the floor you're a dinosaur, yeah boy, that's how you move.
You look like ralph cramden(?) or a donald duck cartoon.
You can't dance!
You wanna come to my party?
I wouldn't give you a chance.
You tried to take breakdance lessons,
Ended up in an ambulance.
Wouldn't it be funny if they put you on solid gold?
You dance like you got arthritis already,
What'll happen when you get old?
You can't dance!
Why are you so stiff?
Is it something that your mother did?
Maybe you grew up around "can't dance" people
When you were a "can't dance" kid.
You live in a "can't dance" house,
Went out in a "can't dance" car,
Your doofy "can't dance" father
Got drunk in a "can't dance" bar.
You take a "can't dance" bath,
Put on your "can't dance" cologne.
Go out to a "can't dance" party
So you wouldn't have to "can't dance" all alone.
You can't dance!
Homeboy, will you please get off the floor, you moron?
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10. _ 'Cane
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11. _ Happily Married Man
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12. _ Baxter
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13. _ I Need A Beat
If it's a malibu beat, subject of discussion
Malibu beat, subject of discuss-cussion
You're motivated-vated, to aid a percussion-cussion
There's no glo-glory, for this story-story
It-it rock-rock in any territory-tory
I syncopate it and design it well-well
Beat elevates-vates, the scratch excels-cels
All techniques are a combination
Of skills that i have, thought narration
Last year my melody, but still complete
Providing musical energy for the street
Lyrics are smooth for maximum effect
Jump track patt-erns on cass-ette
Time-time snare had bass and cymbal
Like that of a cat on the mic i'm nimble
Ba-sic patterns, grouped and changed
Se-quence fre-quent, seek and gain...
Break... break... for narration
Break two... break two...
I'm in the center of a - i'm in the center of a
Musical skinner; some say the skins is a blow of torture
They hear me, they fear me, they hear me, they fear me
I'm improvin the conditions of the rap industry
The beat will expand, to land on foreign lands
Germany, italy, france and japan, it'll
Give you a lift, no need to sniff
No butts no how's no why's or if's
It's you i defeated, they'll say you retreated
Pick up your favorite magazine and read it
Wrapped by a power, a musical shower-shower
A picture-picture of me-of me on the eiffel-eiffel tower-tower
I need a beat-beat...
Doing-doing dirty, i'm your-your thought
You're bein-bein taken-taken, the musical boom
I'm in full trating your eardrums
Increasing the rate of vibration
I wanna rock ya-rock ya, that's all you need to know-know
I need a beat, is the title of the show-show
Providing-providing pleasure on the musical measures
All-all arranged, to alleviate pressure
I'm up on your list, your party thera-therapist
Beat programmer and lyri-lyricist
Ladies love cool james, studio user
A million or more screamin people abuser
I predict, this jam will hit
The highest plateau in the world of music
Paparazzi, wealth and fame
The total propulsion, of my name
I need a beat..
Computer wise, and the engineer's eyes
Have to be very acute, education level high
The product is mine, beat on the rhyme
The control was part of the studio design
Track after track, culminating on wax
The tape has slack, rewind then back
Expensive but useful, the music is the fuel
A perfect place for mc's to duel...
I need a beat... farmer's boulevard...
Ha-ha... queens! ladies love cool james!
Cut cre-ator!...
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14. _ Heavy Makes You Happy
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15. _ Hari's on His Way
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16. _ Kindly Situation
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17. _ Fire Fight
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18. _ Got a Notion
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19. _ Clawless
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20. _ Better Ain't Fine
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21. _ You Think That You Got the Blues
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22. _ It Comes to Me Naturally
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23. _ Blind Misery
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