Lirik Lagu How I'm Comin' - L.L. Cool J
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boom bash, wake up, I set it off rightlook around and turn your wet dream to fright nightyou can call me r&b homeys, which stands for rough brotherword to my grandmotherI buck you in the head just to let ya knowstick you for ya dough, spit on the flo'drag it out of ya, bring it onI smack him back down, yo dope word is bondI know you want a piece of the champbut you roll too weak, you couldn't make it in my campyou thought I went for the flipbut I'm bustin' off hip-hop clip after clipI kept you out there, ripped you for your wearjump inside your video, bust you with a chairsmack slap smack slap smack slap smackjust to make it worse and hurt your pride I'll run it backsmack slap smack slap smack slap smackclick click boom, stop dead in your tracksstick the steel in your mouthbuck buck buck buck buck, lights out
[Chorus](I'm comin')How ya comin' baby?(I'm comin')this is how I'm comin'
the album that I'm comin' with is rough, the flavor's mean(ooooh) kickin' you for real in the guillatinefourteen shots to your dome kidI'm doin' time in the game like a bidmovin' rhymes like a packageso stigetty step up and get your nostrils damagedshootin', lickin', bustin', sprayin', all of thatand then some, dead dead dead, one by onenever step to a real man'cause your rhymes only work on a playground programthey impress your little friends, bring you a little endsbut you still you gotta ride in your mans benzword to hip-hop, I'm a blast yagotta set you on fire 'cause I gassed yaboom, blow, Batman, bang, powunh (what) unh (what), that's the way it's goin' downmy new album ain't no jokeyou wanna take me out, how many bunch ya smoke?I'll never slack again, I'm off the job like the mobhey, no prob', many solved, on the knob, make 'em soft drobwhat you gotta deal with is real, made of steelyou can feel it comin', burnin', buildin', flowin' like an eelmovin', killin', breakin', servin' you just like a mealtake off your clothes and taste the steel
[Chorus]
check baby
rockabye baby on the roof topopen up your mouth and taste my gallotwhen your jaw breaks your gold teeth will falldown will come the monkey, bannana clip and allsplat (buck buck buck) it's all over wit'another plan O.D.'ed over my war hitthe way I'm workin' and jerkin' and hurtin' brothers convertednon-beleivers get murdered, 'cause I waffle birdedget your face out the bill, catch the thrillcarry a nine put your hootchies on the billthe thought of you gettin' scared turns me onlike my first telivision with my backup tip hardso where's your mouth kid? where's your heart shorty?it's all over, cash your chips in, crack a fortyyou look thirsty, you ain't gettin' no mercy mercyand ain't no way that you can rehearse for memurder I wrote, murder I wrote, is what I figureit's in my tote, it's in my tote, so I pull the triggerput up your women, your crib, your speakersyour dog, your cat, your crate, your speakersyour sister, your
[Chorus](I'm comin')How ya comin' baby?(I'm comin')this is how I'm comin'
the album that I'm comin' with is rough, the flavor's mean(ooooh) kickin' you for real in the guillatinefourteen shots to your dome kidI'm doin' time in the game like a bidmovin' rhymes like a packageso stigetty step up and get your nostrils damagedshootin', lickin', bustin', sprayin', all of thatand then some, dead dead dead, one by onenever step to a real man'cause your rhymes only work on a playground programthey impress your little friends, bring you a little endsbut you still you gotta ride in your mans benzword to hip-hop, I'm a blast yagotta set you on fire 'cause I gassed yaboom, blow, Batman, bang, powunh (what) unh (what), that's the way it's goin' downmy new album ain't no jokeyou wanna take me out, how many bunch ya smoke?I'll never slack again, I'm off the job like the mobhey, no prob', many solved, on the knob, make 'em soft drobwhat you gotta deal with is real, made of steelyou can feel it comin', burnin', buildin', flowin' like an eelmovin', killin', breakin', servin' you just like a mealtake off your clothes and taste the steel
[Chorus]
check baby
rockabye baby on the roof topopen up your mouth and taste my gallotwhen your jaw breaks your gold teeth will falldown will come the monkey, bannana clip and allsplat (buck buck buck) it's all over wit'another plan O.D.'ed over my war hitthe way I'm workin' and jerkin' and hurtin' brothers convertednon-beleivers get murdered, 'cause I waffle birdedget your face out the bill, catch the thrillcarry a nine put your hootchies on the billthe thought of you gettin' scared turns me onlike my first telivision with my backup tip hardso where's your mouth kid? where's your heart shorty?it's all over, cash your chips in, crack a fortyyou look thirsty, you ain't gettin' no mercy mercyand ain't no way that you can rehearse for memurder I wrote, murder I wrote, is what I figureit's in my tote, it's in my tote, so I pull the triggerput up your women, your crib, your speakersyour dog, your cat, your crate, your speakersyour sister, your
