Song | How I'm Comin' |
Artist | LL Cool J |
Album | 14 Shots To The Dome |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : LL Cool J & Marlon Williams | |
作词 : Smith, Williams | |
I'm comin' | |
I'm comin' | |
I'm comin' | |
I'm comin' | |
Boom bash, wake up, | |
I set it off right | |
Look around and turn your wet dream to fright night | |
You can call me | |
R and 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(I'm comin') | |
How ya comin' baby?(I'm comin') | |
How ya comin' baby? | |
This is how | |
I'm comin'(I'm comin') | |
How ya comin' baby?(I'm comin') | |
How ya comin' baby? | |
This is how | |
I'm comin'(I'm comin') | |
How ya comin' baby?(I'm comin') | |
How ya comin' baby?(I'm comin') | |
How ya comin' baby?(I'm comin') | |
How ya comin' baby? | |
This is how | |
I'm comin' | |
The album that | |
I'm comin' with is rough, the flavor's mean | |
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 | |
BenzWord to hip-hop, | |
I'm a blast ya | |
Gotta set you on fire 'cause | |
I gassed ya | |
Boom, blow, | |
Batman, bang, pow | |
Unh unh, that's the way it's goin' down(What, what) | |
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(I'm comin') | |
How ya comin' baby?(I'm comin') | |
How ya comin' baby? | |
This is how | |
I'm comin'(I'm comin') | |
How ya comin' baby?(I'm comin') | |
How ya comin' baby? | |
This is how | |
I'm comin'(I'm comin') | |
How ya comin' baby?(I'm comin') | |
How ya comin' baby? | |
This is how | |
I'm comin'(I'm comin') | |
How ya comin' baby?(I'm comin') | |
How ya comin' baby? | |
This is how | |
I'm comin' | |
Check baby | |
Check baby | |
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, it's all over wit'(Buck buck buck) | |
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 figureIt'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 | |
BrendanI 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'(I'm comin') | |
This is how | |
I'm comin' | |
How ya comin' baby? | |
How ya comin' baby? | |
How ya comin' baby? | |
How ya comin' baby? | |
How ya comin' baby? | |
How ya comin' baby? | |
How ya comin' baby? | |
How ya comin' baby? |
zuo qu : LL Cool J Marlon Williams | |
zuo ci : Smith, Williams | |
I' m comin' | |
I' m comin' | |
I' m comin' | |
I' m comin' | |
Boom bash, wake up, | |
I set it off right | |
Look around and turn your wet dream to fright night | |
You can call me | |
R and 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 hiphop 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 I' m comin' | |
How ya comin' baby? I' m comin' | |
How ya comin' baby? | |
This is how | |
I' m comin' I' m comin' | |
How ya comin' baby? I' m comin' | |
How ya comin' baby? | |
This is how | |
I' m comin' I' m comin' | |
How ya comin' baby? I' m comin' | |
How ya comin' baby? I' m comin' | |
How ya comin' baby? I' m comin' | |
How ya comin' baby? | |
This is how | |
I' m comin' | |
The album that | |
I' m comin' with is rough, the flavor' s mean | |
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 | |
BenzWord to hiphop, | |
I' m a blast ya | |
Gotta set you on fire ' cause | |
I gassed ya | |
Boom, blow, | |
Batman, bang, pow | |
Unh unh, that' s the way it' s goin' down What, what | |
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 I' m comin' | |
How ya comin' baby? I' m comin' | |
How ya comin' baby? | |
This is how | |
I' m comin' I' m comin' | |
How ya comin' baby? I' m comin' | |
How ya comin' baby? | |
This is how | |
I' m comin' I' m comin' | |
How ya comin' baby? I' m comin' | |
How ya comin' baby? | |
This is how | |
I' m comin' I' m comin' | |
How ya comin' baby? I' m comin' | |
How ya comin' baby? | |
This is how | |
I' m comin' | |
Check baby | |
Check baby | |
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, it' s all over wit' Buck buck buck | |
Another plan | |
O. D.' ed over my war hit | |
The way I' m workin' and jerkin' and hurtin' brothers converted | |
Nonbelievers 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 figureIt' 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 | |
BrendanI 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' I' m comin' | |
This is how | |
I' m comin' | |
How ya comin' baby? | |
How ya comin' baby? | |
How ya comin' baby? | |
How ya comin' baby? | |
How ya comin' baby? | |
How ya comin' baby? | |
How ya comin' baby? | |
How ya comin' baby? |
zuò qǔ : LL Cool J Marlon Williams | |
zuò cí : Smith, Williams | |
I' m comin' | |
I' m comin' | |
I' m comin' | |
I' m comin' | |
Boom bash, wake up, | |
I set it off right | |
Look around and turn your wet dream to fright night | |
You can call me | |
R and 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 hiphop 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 I' m comin' | |
How ya comin' baby? I' m comin' | |
How ya comin' baby? | |
This is how | |
I' m comin' I' m comin' | |
How ya comin' baby? I' m comin' | |
How ya comin' baby? | |
This is how | |
I' m comin' I' m comin' | |
How ya comin' baby? I' m comin' | |
How ya comin' baby? I' m comin' | |
How ya comin' baby? I' m comin' | |
How ya comin' baby? | |
This is how | |
I' m comin' | |
The album that | |
I' m comin' with is rough, the flavor' s mean | |
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 | |
BenzWord to hiphop, | |
I' m a blast ya | |
Gotta set you on fire ' cause | |
I gassed ya | |
Boom, blow, | |
Batman, bang, pow | |
Unh unh, that' s the way it' s goin' down What, what | |
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 I' m comin' | |
How ya comin' baby? I' m comin' | |
How ya comin' baby? | |
This is how | |
I' m comin' I' m comin' | |
How ya comin' baby? I' m comin' | |
How ya comin' baby? | |
This is how | |
I' m comin' I' m comin' | |
How ya comin' baby? I' m comin' | |
How ya comin' baby? | |
This is how | |
I' m comin' I' m comin' | |
How ya comin' baby? I' m comin' | |
How ya comin' baby? | |
This is how | |
I' m comin' | |
Check baby | |
Check baby | |
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, it' s all over wit' Buck buck buck | |
Another plan | |
O. D.' ed over my war hit | |
The way I' m workin' and jerkin' and hurtin' brothers converted | |
Nonbelievers 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 figureIt' 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 | |
BrendanI 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' I' m comin' | |
This is how | |
I' m comin' | |
How ya comin' baby? | |
How ya comin' baby? | |
How ya comin' baby? | |
How ya comin' baby? | |
How ya comin' baby? | |
How ya comin' baby? | |
How ya comin' baby? | |
How ya comin' baby? |