Lirik Lagu Soul Suvivor - L.L. Cool J
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{Intro}Come on, yo come on (survivor, survivor)Come on, come on, come on, come on (survivor, survivor)Come on, come on (soul survivor)Come on, come on, come on, come on
{LL Cool J}They said I wasn't rough, too much dough, he got an old flowEverytime you open your mouth you feel your elbowI'll catch a felony on top of a melodybrought a family, and dough woulda been so happilyI'll beat the Laker off of a clown and chop him down to sizeSick of all these wanna-be bad guysMade loot, many g's, bought a crib where I livetold my kids - "yo, damn, that I'm a fugitive"Runnin' from the streets and our beats - the sad sheets, uhA sunny beach, video hoes within reachFarmers Boulevard - liberty and forty is goneAnd E ain't put nobody onWhen I came back to smack and give 'em a weltlike belts makin' them strip and all of thatPunks better run for they gunsI'm not the one and can't nobody rule until L's done
It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, babyIt's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, babyIt's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, babyIt's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, babyIt's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
{LL Cool J}I worked the Murphy on the mixWhat's wrong with these stupid lunatics playin' "Joint" for a drag-bit?I'm harder than-?find in a jar?People wasn't rippin' these records, all of y'all would get robbedI'm comin' straight out the barrel with your name on my armblowin' the hoody of your head like a home-made bomb (BOOM!!)I'm big and so you figured I would relax (nah!)Don't ever sleep I'll wake ya up with an axeThe Boulevard ain't safe for my beats - drop the herbTwenty times harder without a curseMakin' rats flee, hardcore - and that's me!!The baddest soloist in hip-hop historyL-L-C-to-the-O-to-the-O-L-J, so what'cha wanna know?Throw ya in the MVP on your knees GA crowbar in your mouth - now ask me...
It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, babyIt's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, babyIt's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, babyIt's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, babyIt's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)Take it to the bridge
Who's the man on the mic? (the L the L)Who's the man on the mic? (the L the L)Who's the man on the mic? (the L the L)Who's the man on the mic? (the L the L)Who's the man on the mic? (the L the L)Who's the man on the mic? (the L the L)Who's the man on the mic? (the L the L)Who's the man on the mic?
{LL Cool J}My territory's hard, I'm rollin' with one railguardThe microphone is my credit cardBlowin' your boots off, freeload - you're too softUsin' a butcher's knife to make your whole root callI heard somebody said the skills wasn't goodI'm lettin' eighty tigers loose in this neighborhood (RAH!!)I pop the willies on my bike, lickin' shotsand laughin' everytime you sneak a weak paragraph inYou blowin' your mind, blunted and cocoa and timeain't nuttin' changed, you wrote another wack rhymeI'll leave your bullet-bittled body on the curblookin' slerve with a t-shirt - DON'T DISTURB THE HERB!!!You're the next contestant tonightCome on down to my shake clown - the slice is rightRip your jaw out the socket, been rockin' for yearstell the troop, you're still look with E and drop it!AS I DEAF-TIFY YOUR EYE, COMPETITION TRIES TO MASS MY SIZE!!Buryin' the acts and your back will be rhymes and trackswhile you're sleepin' like a "sleaze-stack" - BELIEVE THAT!!
It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, babyIt's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, babyIt's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, babyIt's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, babyIt's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come oncome on, come on, come on, come on (soul survivor), come on
It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, babyIt's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, babyIt's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, babyIt's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, babyIt's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
{LL Cool J}They said I wasn't rough, too much dough, he got an old flowEverytime you open your mouth you feel your elbowI'll catch a felony on top of a melodybrought a family, and dough woulda been so happilyI'll beat the Laker off of a clown and chop him down to sizeSick of all these wanna-be bad guysMade loot, many g's, bought a crib where I livetold my kids - "yo, damn, that I'm a fugitive"Runnin' from the streets and our beats - the sad sheets, uhA sunny beach, video hoes within reachFarmers Boulevard - liberty and forty is goneAnd E ain't put nobody onWhen I came back to smack and give 'em a weltlike belts makin' them strip and all of thatPunks better run for they gunsI'm not the one and can't nobody rule until L's done
It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, babyIt's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, babyIt's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, babyIt's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, babyIt's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
{LL Cool J}I worked the Murphy on the mixWhat's wrong with these stupid lunatics playin' "Joint" for a drag-bit?I'm harder than-?find in a jar?People wasn't rippin' these records, all of y'all would get robbedI'm comin' straight out the barrel with your name on my armblowin' the hoody of your head like a home-made bomb (BOOM!!)I'm big and so you figured I would relax (nah!)Don't ever sleep I'll wake ya up with an axeThe Boulevard ain't safe for my beats - drop the herbTwenty times harder without a curseMakin' rats flee, hardcore - and that's me!!The baddest soloist in hip-hop historyL-L-C-to-the-O-to-the-O-L-J, so what'cha wanna know?Throw ya in the MVP on your knees GA crowbar in your mouth - now ask me...
It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, babyIt's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, babyIt's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, babyIt's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, babyIt's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)Take it to the bridge
Who's the man on the mic? (the L the L)Who's the man on the mic? (the L the L)Who's the man on the mic? (the L the L)Who's the man on the mic? (the L the L)Who's the man on the mic? (the L the L)Who's the man on the mic? (the L the L)Who's the man on the mic? (the L the L)Who's the man on the mic?
{LL Cool J}My territory's hard, I'm rollin' with one railguardThe microphone is my credit cardBlowin' your boots off, freeload - you're too softUsin' a butcher's knife to make your whole root callI heard somebody said the skills wasn't goodI'm lettin' eighty tigers loose in this neighborhood (RAH!!)I pop the willies on my bike, lickin' shotsand laughin' everytime you sneak a weak paragraph inYou blowin' your mind, blunted and cocoa and timeain't nuttin' changed, you wrote another wack rhymeI'll leave your bullet-bittled body on the curblookin' slerve with a t-shirt - DON'T DISTURB THE HERB!!!You're the next contestant tonightCome on down to my shake clown - the slice is rightRip your jaw out the socket, been rockin' for yearstell the troop, you're still look with E and drop it!AS I DEAF-TIFY YOUR EYE, COMPETITION TRIES TO MASS MY SIZE!!Buryin' the acts and your back will be rhymes and trackswhile you're sleepin' like a "sleaze-stack" - BELIEVE THAT!!
It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, babyIt's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, babyIt's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, babyIt's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, babyIt's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come oncome on, come on, come on, come on (soul survivor), come on
It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, babyIt's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, babyIt's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, babyIt's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, babyIt's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor)
