Poppin' that pussy Sweatin' till no fluid is left When I come in the party with J we gonna do it to death You gon' ruin your rep Trippin' while we pimpin' these hefers Playa lectures got me
me, I don't love 'em I fuck 'em I don't chase 'em I duck 'em, I replace 'em with another one You had to see she keep callin' me Big (And another one) And
Mound, down, deep in the south with the brothers with the curls and gold teeth in they mouth and the cheverolet impalas with the craters and vogues fo'teef, with
it on' in the living room And when he got drunk, you'll better give him room 'Cause he'll turn the party out sayin', "This is my muthafuckin' house" And
hundred thousand, I'm never hesitant Just ask Franky J. to drop me an old school beat Them funky instrumentals kept me of the streets They kept me motivated
Come into my party and act polite Talk to the cuties and dance with some honeys And don't you come here lookin for a fight This is a party and not a warzone
the tele with Ralph "The Mouth" I rock the east, west, north, and the south Without a doubt I've been know to turn the party out You want clout let me
' that walk, you'll get played like a sport Football, soccer, whatever you savor You're a tramp and a pussycat, ready for labor L'll have you breakin' locks I'll
effect, and I can't fall I rise, suprise, and I advise you all to stand back and peep, don't sleep or doubt My skill'll get ill, I turn the mother out
blast Big mouth emcees, I'll bet you none last ?Cause they ain't stable or able And I boost the party like jumper cables So plug me in and put me on
skill as me sayin they wasn't feelin me or no-bodies as ill as me, and I'm tired of radio stations tellin fibs tired of J.L.B. sayin we're hip hop lib
me. So watch me get buck wild Yo and just pump the crowd and everybody say. Ain't no party like an Ice Man party Now gettin' back to the track with
all I need is God And a mic and a DJ and my iPod Alright put your dance shoes on Everybody just get your groove on We'll rock the party till the break
take my gun and shoot you in your muthafuckin' face You're playin' me too close with the schemin' and games I guess the beef and the bullshit is the
Wanna see you boogie, oogie jumpin' up and down Bitin' your livin' hold your breath until we come to your town LL Cool J is hard as Cut Creator cut the record for me
't know never mind come on and get down Go LL, go LL, go LL, go LL Get down Go LL, go LL, go LL Get down Hard like haystacks cow hold Callin' me a sucker
ain't lettin' that broke down insecure LL Cool J wannabe nigga keep you in the house for another friday Just just go ahead I' must stay here with my