Ll Cool J - What You Want lyrics

rate me

You ice grilling, your blood spilling

Tell me little homey, what's the reason?

(That can lead to Freeway squeezing) What you faking for?

24's peeling, ain't no sailing

Move little homey, see the O.G. leaning

{LL, I keep birdies fiending} What you hating for?

(What you want?) {big faces, the coupes and the Lincs}

(What you get?) {top models that gargle in the mink}

(Who you hit?) {whoever want it, I take it to the brink}

{It's funny, but I need the Philly money, we had a link}

{What you want? } (cash money, the jewels, and the car)

{Who you hit? } (everything from the chickens to the stars)

{Who you with? } (you rocking with the president of future)

(The whole world feeling, that's killing 'em with them bars, here we go)

Intoxicating, got grown women vibrating

So nervous that our service is dilating

On purpose, so her man know I'm violating

L shirtless now scrams on the wire hating

Yeah, I'm captivating, boy, leaving 'em baking

When the microphone is vacant, I'm tired of waiting

Big shoes to fill don't get it confused

I will get gutter on 'em, my beats is crispy

My bars is like butter on 'em, with a udder on 'em

So if you pimp, we even and bust a scudder on 'em

Mighty L, the biggest, I mean rap religious

Hit every country of the world, made 'em all dig us

I got a vendetta, I must blend cheddar

I use a pen with the steel, never been better

There never will be one to out skill me

It's nothing you can tell me, it's like God built me

(1) 2 (3) 4 (5) 6 (7)

(Kick in the door) Yeah I rhyme for the legend

Stay strapped I'm a bring with the weapons

(They fell asleep in the getaway car, they half stepping)

(7) 6 (5) 4 (3) 2 (1, this my 12th album, but your man's not diz-one)

This my second album, but your boy's not slipping

(Queens in the building) Philly is where I'm friz-om

(Let me get siz-ome, make sure she kiz-um)

(Bush is the prez, but I voted for Shirley Tiz-um)

Me and L, same track, it gotta be craz'

It's like, he's Shaq and I'm Dwayne Wade

Philly Freeway is hard as hell

Battle anybody, pull a trigger, catch a body

Yup, lose your breath, don't mess with the shottie

Put the burner to your mami, then I rock her bells

It's young Freeway on the go

I'm on the speedboat, jeez, don't sit in the cell

Only for a second, then they get they bell

When I put the freeze on, you gon' need your coats

It's a cold one, you gonna need your toast

But me and L O.G.'s overseas for winning

Your body moms, Swiss cheeses with us, and they no

Teasing with us, she break us off, she trynna please us both

Chicks argue then I leave 'em broke

I'm just a 'boy in the hood' like Jody Breeze

The bundle book still owe cheese

And the haters on the block wanna see me broke

Yeah I know they wanna see me smoke

But I'm the person who the smoke and can't open your V

Then I go, crack open the O.E.

The don heron flow keeping it potent, let's go