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Lyrics by: LL Cool J, QD III
# Debut Chart
57 Apr '93 Hot 100

Lyrics

Boom bash, wake up, I set it off right Look around and turn your wet dream to fright night You can call me r&b homeys, which stands for rough brother Word to my grandmother I buck you in the head just to let ya know Stick you for ya dough, spit on the flo' Drag it out of ya, bring it on I smack him back down, yo dope word is bond I know you want a piece of the champ But you roll too weak, you couldn't make it in my camp You thought I went for the flip But I'm bustin' off hip-hop clip after clip I kept you out there, ripped you for your wear Jump inside your video, bust you with a chair Smack slap smack slap smack slap smack Just to make it worse and hurt your pride I'll run it back Smack slap smack slap smack slap smack Click click boom, stop dead in your tracks Stick the steel in your mouth Buck 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 guillotine Fourteen shots to your dome kid I'm doin' time in the game like a bid Movin' rhymes like a package So stigetty step up and get your nostrils damaged Shootin', lickin', bustin', sprayin', all of that And then some, dead dead dead, one by one Never step to a real man 'Cause your rhymes only work on a playground program They impress your little friends, bring you a little ends But you still you gotta ride in your mans Benz Word to hip-hop, I'm a blast ya Gotta set you on fire 'cause I gassed ya Boom, blow, Batman, bang, pow Unh (what) unh (what), that's the way it's goin' down My new album ain't no joke You wanna take me out, how many bunch ya smoke? I'll never slack again, I'm off the job like the mob Hey, no prob', many solved, on the knob, make 'em soft drob What you gotta deal with is real, made of steel You can feel it comin', burnin', buildin', flowin' like an eel Movin', killin', breakin', servin' you just like a meal Take off your clothes and taste the steel


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[repeat CHORUS] Check baby Rockabye baby on the roof top Open up your mouth and taste my gallot When your jaw breaks your gold teeth will fall Down will come the monkey, banana clip and all Splat (buck buck buck) it's all over wit' Another plan O.D.'ed over my war hit The way I'm workin' and jerkin' and hurtin' brothers converted Non-believers get murdered, 'cause I waffle birded Get your face out the bill, catch the thrill Carry a nine put your hootchies on the bill The thought of you gettin' scared turns me on Like my first television with my backup tip hard So where's your mouth kid? where's your heart shorty? It's all over, cash your chips in, crack a forty You look thirsty, you ain't gettin' no mercy mercy And ain't no way that you can rehearse for me Murder I wrote, murder I wrote, is what I figure It's in my tote, it's in my tote, so I pull the trigger Put up your women, your crib, your speakers Your dog, your cat, your crate, your speakers Your sister, your aunt, your crew, your Knicks Got 'em booin' all you mother rappers who think that's too tough Bam bam, here's a hit you wish you had A hit that makes you mad, a hit that makes you slap your dad Dead dead dead, kill dead, kill dead Try to battle me I gots to buck you in your head I pull your file, click I know you're good to style, blow Livin' wild, when it's come to this I never smile What did you learn from the lesson I just gave ya? Obey your momma, be on your best behavior It's never endin' and I am recommendin' You put your name as Brendan I see y'all that is blendin' The message that I'm sendin' Is there ain't no pretendin' Get in the trunk, buy the album, here I'm endin' This is how I'm comin' How ya comin' baby?

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