Lirik Lagu (NFA) No Frontin' Allowed - L.L. Cool J
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Mad madnesstrashybrother from way back.We're blowin mics since the days of 8-track.Certifiedbonifiedpull out the weapon.Rusted.Your ho's gets busted.Run your jules!Shootin up ya damn fools.Leavin' your loser lazy lyricistin bloody pools.Went awaycame backyour still wack.Now your slobbin Marly's mobfor a dope track.Comin off like a braand its the witness.No click-clicka fru (?) businessDon't care about no moneygot props in it.Flippin scriptswith every letter in the alphabet.Wanna jump. JUMP!And jingle your rump. RUMP!Here to pump punkswith real hot lead chunks.Full-grownI ain't no baby with these rhymes kid.Put the mic downmy peoples know where ya live.I chop you little brittle riddleright up the middleand have the police playin the fiddlein the hospital.Somebody said, "He couldn't rip with the roughness."Rhymes kick your teethbut end up frontless.Soul survivor of a thousand beatssendin funeral wreathesto all ya use-to-be chiefs.Is a rawto a bearlin in the woods (?).Brothers tapes ain't jacktheir best tracks is wack.I heard you think you got a chance to winbut my glock is stopped offto murder the top ten.Rough and rugged and rawI'm like a callous.The underground can say"ain't no Fra-zontin in my palace."
Well can I be the flavor of the month?I got the flavorplus I can bump a chump.I got the funkstraight from my underground hide-out.I freak it in the houseand let the hits justooz out.Bust on the sceneto let ya know I wasn't frontin.Got ya screamin for my albumso I had to do somethin.Write tonightto take a bitnot a bite.And watch the (?)freak you withall my might.Like "Here I am to save the day!"I stop the trackswith the micso I say "To chay"and "On Gaurd"when I'm swingin for your brow.Cause in the house of hitsain't no frontin allowed.
Just when you thoughtthat it was safeto try and chop me.Run for ya lifenow here somes Mr. Funkyand I'm pissed.So watch how many headsI'll be the takeoutboy ya better look outI work ya like a cook-out.So get the flavorthe original Mr. Funky(?)and you watch me do my thing.Because I hit ya with the funkof the fly-talkerand make your girl"Bump-bump! Get it, Get it!"like Luke Skywalker.I can't frontI love rappin with a passion.Crash your head frontinto the funkyou think I'm slam dancin.See when you frontyou make madthe alter weight (?).Freak this:"funky twin powers activate!"Sheik on the micwith the cape and muscles.Crushin MC'swhile their girls do the hustle.See other rapperstry to dis the lordsbut yo, your dead wrong.Damnit, can't we all just get along?We'll seethere simply ain't no frontin allowed.Yo, I'm outlike the Cosby showpeace to the Funky Child.
Punchin your god-damn eyebrows offroughin it up northlookin' like your laugh off (?).It's a blash smashand crash from my stash.Be watchin your back kid.Your girl and the phat path.Talkin bout your macks and tax.What's with that?Your gettin wet likesloooow sex.Rippin on that old school kid.Leavin sliced as a slitsays I wet your crib.No question.Testin the westand the east andonce the ammo was released andI'll make your girl come and getcha.Hope you get the picture.Boy your better offif a pit bit ya!What's its likein the illest fight.Believe the hype.I'm givin crowds more nose jobs than Mike.Fight sight alrightthey bitespot light tonightis hypetrigger happy tripedon't hit bitemy owner's right.And ya know it's comin offso don't ask it.Snatchin the vocaland hotties on the rap tip.Mackin ya boys up.Bringin the noise up.And now ya need stitchesbecause my voice cuts.Chainsawgain moreand riegn raw.And never let a brother play itis my main law.
Well can I be the flavor of the month?I got the flavorplus I can bump a chump.I got the funkstraight from my underground hide-out.I freak it in the houseand let the hits justooz out.Bust on the sceneto let ya know I wasn't frontin.Got ya screamin for my albumso I had to do somethin.Write tonightto take a bitnot a bite.And watch the (?)freak you withall my might.Like "Here I am to save the day!"I stop the trackswith the micso I say "To chay"and "On Gaurd"when I'm swingin for your brow.Cause in the house of hitsain't no frontin allowed.
Just when you thoughtthat it was safeto try and chop me.Run for ya lifenow here somes Mr. Funkyand I'm pissed.So watch how many headsI'll be the takeoutboy ya better look outI work ya like a cook-out.So get the flavorthe original Mr. Funky(?)and you watch me do my thing.Because I hit ya with the funkof the fly-talkerand make your girl"Bump-bump! Get it, Get it!"like Luke Skywalker.I can't frontI love rappin with a passion.Crash your head frontinto the funkyou think I'm slam dancin.See when you frontyou make madthe alter weight (?).Freak this:"funky twin powers activate!"Sheik on the micwith the cape and muscles.Crushin MC'swhile their girls do the hustle.See other rapperstry to dis the lordsbut yo, your dead wrong.Damnit, can't we all just get along?We'll seethere simply ain't no frontin allowed.Yo, I'm outlike the Cosby showpeace to the Funky Child.
Punchin your god-damn eyebrows offroughin it up northlookin' like your laugh off (?).It's a blash smashand crash from my stash.Be watchin your back kid.Your girl and the phat path.Talkin bout your macks and tax.What's with that?Your gettin wet likesloooow sex.Rippin on that old school kid.Leavin sliced as a slitsays I wet your crib.No question.Testin the westand the east andonce the ammo was released andI'll make your girl come and getcha.Hope you get the picture.Boy your better offif a pit bit ya!What's its likein the illest fight.Believe the hype.I'm givin crowds more nose jobs than Mike.Fight sight alrightthey bitespot light tonightis hypetrigger happy tripedon't hit bitemy owner's right.And ya know it's comin offso don't ask it.Snatchin the vocaland hotties on the rap tip.Mackin ya boys up.Bringin the noise up.And now ya need stitchesbecause my voice cuts.Chainsawgain moreand riegn raw.And never let a brother play itis my main law.
