1-900-ll Cool J Lyrics by L.l. Cool J

1-900-ll Cool J Lyrics

    {*phone rings twice*}
    Yo.. "hello 1-900-ll cool j?"
    Yeah whassup? "can you please bust a funky rhyme for me?"
    Yeah i can do that, check this one out honey

    I motivate, accelerate
    Devestate, and dominate
    I don't smoke crack so i won't lose weight
    Give me the {pussy} and the money and the mic and i'm straight
    Go to a resteraunt, give me steak
    Then cook my chicken with shake'n'bake
    I leave all the preachin to reverand flake
    How much money can one black man make? huh
    I'm what's known as a true dynamiter
    I write rhymes fast without a typewriter
    Go with the flow, but no, i'm not a biter
    Can't compare a cock-a-roach and a spider
    Hell, you might as well get a glass of punch
    Cause you're bitin my lyrics like a nestle crunch, huh
    And bitin my rhymes ain't slick
    I got your gold teeth marks all over my {*phone rings*}
    Complications and aggravation
    An unnecessary-sation
    I'm like sunkist, good vibrations
    Your al-blum, sounds like a compilation
    Cool out, grab a seat and listen..
    Cause i'ma start dismissin
    Sucker mc's who's out there frontin
    Talkin all that yang, yo you smokin somethin
    Shoulda treated me royal, yo he wasn't loyal
    Now it's all about chaos and turmoil
    .. gimme that microphone
    I'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone

    {*phone rings*}
    Yo.. "hello is this 1-900-ll cool j?"
    Yeah whassup? "can you tell me what you do when you're coolin out?"
    Yo check this out

    Now when i'm coolin out, no time for a granny
    Just a fly girl in t-shirt and panties
    "can ll {*censored*}?" man, can he?
    I tell you what, give up the fanny
    Cause on a bedroom tomb, j swift
    Not too big, but nothin to play with
    In addition, you on a mission
    You need to audition for another position
    Doin damage is a crew tradition
    Name your next al-blum intermission
    You're full of preservatives -- plus,
    You're too conservative
    I'm full of flair, savoir faire, debonairre
    There's no competition, for this here
    So don't waste your time and breath
    I'm givin you all a big f
    Mc's i envelop..
    .. as the song goes on, the rhyme develops
    I'm asiatic, acrobatic, charismatic
    You don't want no static
    Anyway, i ain't havin it!
    When i see the microphone -- i'm grabbin it
    Plug it in and take charge
    Ll xl, xtra-large
    Knowhati'msayin? peace

    {*phone rings three times*}
    Hello?
    Hello whassup girl?
    How you doin girl? i been tryin to call you all day
    Word up i was talkin to ll he was kickin some mo' hyped up rhymes to me
    Word, i spoke to him today too - them rhymes was pumpin
    Well not to cut you short but i gotta go cause my man is here
    Alright
    See-ya

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