No Airplay Lyrics by L.l. Cool J

No Airplay Lyrics

    Intro:

    Y'all wanna put it on tape and do all the real [backwards]?
    Ya just wanna go straight to dat? aight
    You don't wanna mix it or nuttin? aight let's do it
    You want me to do the hook part too?
    Check it out uhh, check it out uhh
    Yeah it's that uncle l [backwards], you know, word up
    Ain't no doubt about this, i'm settin this [backwards] right in here
    Yeah yeah yeah, i'm gonna sex this up, yeah go like this here
    Check it out

    Verse 1:

    I'm beatin [backwards] against the [backwards] up out their boots
    Flame throwin their troops, they can't recoup from drinkin acid soup
    Spectacular, benacular, miraculous raw [backwards]
    Scooped off the concrete to make a hit
    Tearin [backwards] out the hinges, competition cringes
    In the trenches, killin for mere inches
    Word to mama, i tongue kiss a piranha
    Electricute a barricuda for tryin to bring the drama
    I get more ass than a toilet seat
    So put your ballerina shoes on and tiptoe down my [backwards]
    Your mother[backwards] deathwish will be soloist
    R-double o-k-i-e you ain't stylish
    It's mother[backwards] arson from here to parsons
    You're [backwards] dawson, it's murder, when i step in the door run
    For your mother[backwards] life, get ghost
    Or taste the toast and get your [backwards] hung on a goalpost
    Startin at'cha neck to check ya for respect
    Ya back get snapped, your lower spine gets wet
    Hips get ripped and then your thighs start to slide
    I'm up thru [backwards]hole and [backwards] up your inside

    Hook:

    And don't be gettin no airplay
    A jam that'cha love, a jam that'cha love
    It's a jam that'cha love that don't be gettin no airplay
    A jam that'cha love, a jam that'cha love

    Verse 2:

    Yeah, the rugged ass style i possess
    They got the [backwards] goin from bel air to baggin up sess
    [backwards]! mother[backwards] right [backwards] in his corn
    You shoulda never put me on this mic, you was warned
    I got [backwards] chasin behind my path for garbage bags
    Hopin to bring in to throw old rhyme to one of da fags
    Huh, i'm on my mother[backwards] game like dat
    I put it in your chest and make your heart go flat
    All the mother[backwards] tracks in the world can't save ya
    When i drop these chains on ya brain and enslave ya
    Once you was on a pedestal now ya gettin ridiculed
    [backwards] is critical, we're fightin at the pinnacle
    I'm burnin [backwards] like a cracker do a cross
    Ain't no three-in-a-row tic tac toe, this is a real flow boss
    Makin [backwards] understand my language
    Then they rap and vanish and camouflage the damage

    Interlude:

    To whom it may concern, youknowhuti'msayin?
    We're gonna do this right here, word is bond, huh huh
    Cos it's a jam that you love that don't be gettin no airplay
    (a jam that'cha love that don't be gettin no airplay)
    I wanna do that one right yo

    Verse 3:

    To whom it may concern on this mother[backwards] test
    I got the zest to clip ya thru ya vest
    Little shortys with big 40's talkin loud, actin proud
    Blaow! now ya chokin off a black cloud
    Rollin el's til your brain swells
    Inhale deep sleep and dust me off them old ass rock the bells
    You mother[backwards], you fruitcakes, you fakin jacks
    You [backwards] don't want it, i'm burnin up the wax
    I'm a trailblazin, gun totin, renegade
    Black ass new york [backwards] choppin like a blade
    Bullshinanigans, country ass mannequins
    Mother[backwards] frontin and i bet you ain't no slam again
    Yeah what? i siad it and [backwards] sweat it
    What? you catch a heat-seekin missile in ya gut

    Outro:

    Ha ha, word is bond yo
    It's a jam that'cha love that don't be gettin no airplay
    Yeah, ha ha, word is bond
    Y'knowhuti'msayin? i'm catchin mother[backwards] wreck in here,
    Knowi'msayin?
    [backwards] to all them rookies, [backwards] word up ha ha
    Yo i got the laugh, word, knowi'msayin?
    And sometimes [backwards] skill boys, you just gotta laugh at
    Mother[backwards]
    Ha ha, yeah uhh
    A jam that'cha love that don't be gettin no airplay
    A jam that'cha love, a jam that'cha love
    Yeah, i wanna shout it out to my mother[backwards] [backwards] around
    Farmers
    My [backwards] zeus, knowi'msayin? my mother [backwards] minnan right
    Diddere
    Spit at the tissturn t-t-t-tables all l willing a-a-a-able,
    Youknowi'msayin?
    Get mad busy in this [backwards], y'knowi'msayin?
    My [backwards] don't give a [backwards], word up
    Set that [backwards] off right, uhh

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