Song | Smokin' Dopin' |
Artist | LL Cool J |
Album | Walking With A Panther |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : LL Cool J & Dwayne Simon | |
作词 : Simon, Smith | |
Yeah.. | |
Smokin, dopin, keep your ears open | |
Put me on the flier and I'm guaranteed to rope in | |
twenty-thousand people to the place that I play at | |
And have em even sayin how could someone say that | |
they're as good as the man who just saw | |
[scratched "Cool J"] Please give me some more | |
of those hoopin, scoopin, rhymes you be troopin | |
If you don't know the new dance, Patti Duke'n | |
Clap your hands, stomp your feet, snap your fingers | |
I'm snatchin airplay, from all you AIDS catchin singers | |
It's a, special delivery on your front step | |
My picture's on the cover and the rhymes are in effect | |
Cause, I love to lay down, joints for the playground | |
And have you OD'n sayin, y'know, J sound | |
righteous, the brother did what he had to | |
I didn't talk about this, so I had you | |
sleepin, breathin sayin yo he ain't keepin | |
his promise to astonish, from weekend to weekend | |
But here it is, the jam of all jams | |
And from this day forth, MC's are gettin slammed | |
with the | |
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh - ahh | |
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh - ahh | |
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh - ahh | |
Uhh, aww yeah! | |
I'm the wise wizard of the microphone swingin it | |
Here's a mean joint, all the hip-hoppers are singin it | |
Doin a dance in tight bike pants | |
So get up on it (HOE!) you'll only get one chance | |
to work out, the soreness in your muscles | |
Do your own thing, even the hustle | |
MC's I'ma torture, that's already known | |
But while I'm torturin them, I'ma leave you alone | |
so you can bump, grind, and rub up against your partner | |
And look wild like you're tryin to get a part in a | |
dirty movie on the hip-hop tip | |
Now tell me (tell you what?) that brother L ain't tryin to flip | |
with the | |
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh - ahh | |
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh - ahh | |
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh - ahh | |
Uhh, aww yeah! | |
Movin, groovin, admit that you've been | |
shocked and rocked and I'm on top and it's been proven | |
I'm self-reliant, on stage I'm defiant | |
All those rumors are small things to a giant | |
I'm not a cool calm, collected type of brother | |
I'm kind of hype that's why I'm a good lover | |
In bed I'm energetic, kind of like a freight train | |
Goin so crazy I have the girlies sayin, "Wait James!" | |
I do damage - use the beef to build a sandwich | |
And when I'm done, she'll be sayin, "How did you manage | |
to make me feel pleasure from my toes to my head? | |
On top of that, you ran laps around the bed" | |
So bust out the pumped up funk that I'm revealin | |
and listen to it, while you're in your car wheelin | |
On on your Walkman as you're starin at the ceiling | |
Or when you and your love is sex-appealin | |
to the | |
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh - ahh | |
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh - ahh | |
KnowhatI'msayin? | |
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh - ahh | |
It's like a smooth joint, youknowhatImean? | |
Uhh, aww yeah! | |
Real mellow, on the love tip, check it out | |
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh - ahh | |
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh - ahh | |
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh - ahh | |
Uhh, aww yeah! | |
Marvelous! |
zuo qu : LL Cool J Dwayne Simon | |
zuo ci : Simon, Smith | |
Yeah.. | |
Smokin, dopin, keep your ears open | |
Put me on the flier and I' m guaranteed to rope in | |
twentythousand people to the place that I play at | |
And have em even sayin how could someone say that | |
they' re as good as the man who just saw | |
scratched " Cool J" Please give me some more | |
of those hoopin, scoopin, rhymes you be troopin | |
If you don' t know the new dance, Patti Duke' n | |
Clap your hands, stomp your feet, snap your fingers | |
I' m snatchin airplay, from all you AIDS catchin singers | |
It' s a, special delivery on your front step | |
My picture' s on the cover and the rhymes are in effect | |
Cause, I love to lay down, joints for the playground | |
And have you OD' n sayin, y' know, J sound | |
righteous, the brother did what he had to | |
I didn' t talk about this, so I had you | |
sleepin, breathin sayin yo he ain' t keepin | |
his promise to astonish, from weekend to weekend | |
But here it is, the jam of all jams | |
And from this day forth, MC' s are gettin slammed | |
with the | |
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh ahh | |
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh ahh | |
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh ahh | |
Uhh, aww yeah! | |
I' m the wise wizard of the microphone swingin it | |
Here' s a mean joint, all the hiphoppers are singin it | |
Doin a dance in tight bike pants | |
So get up on it HOE! you' ll only get one chance | |
to work out, the soreness in your muscles | |
Do your own thing, even the hustle | |
MC' s I' ma torture, that' s already known | |
But while I' m torturin them, I' ma leave you alone | |
so you can bump, grind, and rub up against your partner | |
And look wild like you' re tryin to get a part in a | |
dirty movie on the hiphop tip | |
Now tell me tell you what? that brother L ain' t tryin to flip | |
with the | |
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh ahh | |
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh ahh | |
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh ahh | |
Uhh, aww yeah! | |
Movin, groovin, admit that you' ve been | |
shocked and rocked and I' m on top and it' s been proven | |
I' m selfreliant, on stage I' m defiant | |
All those rumors are small things to a giant | |
I' m not a cool calm, collected type of brother | |
I' m kind of hype that' s why I' m a good lover | |
In bed I' m energetic, kind of like a freight train | |
Goin so crazy I have the girlies sayin, " Wait James!" | |
I do damage use the beef to build a sandwich | |
And when I' m done, she' ll be sayin, " How did you manage | |
to make me feel pleasure from my toes to my head? | |
On top of that, you ran laps around the bed" | |
So bust out the pumped up funk that I' m revealin | |
and listen to it, while you' re in your car wheelin | |
On on your Walkman as you' re starin at the ceiling | |
Or when you and your love is sexappealin | |
to the | |
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh ahh | |
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh ahh | |
KnowhatI' msayin? | |
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh ahh | |
It' s like a smooth joint, youknowhatImean? | |
Uhh, aww yeah! | |
Real mellow, on the love tip, check it out | |
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh ahh | |
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh ahh | |
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh ahh | |
Uhh, aww yeah! | |
Marvelous! |
zuò qǔ : LL Cool J Dwayne Simon | |
zuò cí : Simon, Smith | |
Yeah.. | |
Smokin, dopin, keep your ears open | |
Put me on the flier and I' m guaranteed to rope in | |
twentythousand people to the place that I play at | |
And have em even sayin how could someone say that | |
they' re as good as the man who just saw | |
scratched " Cool J" Please give me some more | |
of those hoopin, scoopin, rhymes you be troopin | |
If you don' t know the new dance, Patti Duke' n | |
Clap your hands, stomp your feet, snap your fingers | |
I' m snatchin airplay, from all you AIDS catchin singers | |
It' s a, special delivery on your front step | |
My picture' s on the cover and the rhymes are in effect | |
Cause, I love to lay down, joints for the playground | |
And have you OD' n sayin, y' know, J sound | |
righteous, the brother did what he had to | |
I didn' t talk about this, so I had you | |
sleepin, breathin sayin yo he ain' t keepin | |
his promise to astonish, from weekend to weekend | |
But here it is, the jam of all jams | |
And from this day forth, MC' s are gettin slammed | |
with the | |
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh ahh | |
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh ahh | |
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh ahh | |
Uhh, aww yeah! | |
I' m the wise wizard of the microphone swingin it | |
Here' s a mean joint, all the hiphoppers are singin it | |
Doin a dance in tight bike pants | |
So get up on it HOE! you' ll only get one chance | |
to work out, the soreness in your muscles | |
Do your own thing, even the hustle | |
MC' s I' ma torture, that' s already known | |
But while I' m torturin them, I' ma leave you alone | |
so you can bump, grind, and rub up against your partner | |
And look wild like you' re tryin to get a part in a | |
dirty movie on the hiphop tip | |
Now tell me tell you what? that brother L ain' t tryin to flip | |
with the | |
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh ahh | |
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh ahh | |
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh ahh | |
Uhh, aww yeah! | |
Movin, groovin, admit that you' ve been | |
shocked and rocked and I' m on top and it' s been proven | |
I' m selfreliant, on stage I' m defiant | |
All those rumors are small things to a giant | |
I' m not a cool calm, collected type of brother | |
I' m kind of hype that' s why I' m a good lover | |
In bed I' m energetic, kind of like a freight train | |
Goin so crazy I have the girlies sayin, " Wait James!" | |
I do damage use the beef to build a sandwich | |
And when I' m done, she' ll be sayin, " How did you manage | |
to make me feel pleasure from my toes to my head? | |
On top of that, you ran laps around the bed" | |
So bust out the pumped up funk that I' m revealin | |
and listen to it, while you' re in your car wheelin | |
On on your Walkman as you' re starin at the ceiling | |
Or when you and your love is sexappealin | |
to the | |
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh ahh | |
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh ahh | |
KnowhatI' msayin? | |
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh ahh | |
It' s like a smooth joint, youknowhatImean? | |
Uhh, aww yeah! | |
Real mellow, on the love tip, check it out | |
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh ahh | |
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh ahh | |
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh ahh | |
Uhh, aww yeah! | |
Marvelous! |