| Song | Straight From Queens |
| Artist | LL Cool J |
| Album | 14 Shots To The Dome |
| 作曲 : C. Laing & LL Cool J & Marlon Williams | |
| 作词 : Laing, Smith, Williams | |
| Unclerippin the microphoneand blowin the stage apart. | |
| These MC's ain't got no heartthey need to quit before they start. | |
| Shakin and breakin 'em downbest at leastf***in 'em up up at leastsmackin 'em in a pileknow have a stomp and a smile | |
| G.Raisinreplacinlike | |
| Jasonwhen | |
| I be chasinthese rappersmachetti stylechoppin downtheir petty style's bassin | |
| All in my faceyou got the micbut | |
| I gotta getcha off ityou got my rhymenow cough itbrother sweat the tip and forfeit. | |
| You're nadaknow nota | |
| I'm hotter | |
| You're a slow trotter. | |
| Karateswitch the e into an aand it's karata. | |
| When I come on | |
| I'm rippin it upjust like a madman. | |
| I fly your headchop off your legsand make your head stand. | |
| Tax and wreckin these chumpsall of them | |
| I rub out. | |
| You know the timewhat's on your mindyou know | |
| I never go out. | |
| I be breakin boutsya boysyour block is full of bums see. | |
| You never was too cleverstick the fork in youyou're done | |
| G.The instrument'll ripwith the ultimateof all the rappers. | |
| Toe to toewhenever | |
| I goI guaranteethe flow will smack ya. | |
| Pumpin ya full a leadjust like a 9kickin it off in half the timetakin a breakand makin mineyou're way behind. | |
| Ya needed a titleand all the unclemade your title for yahopinand prayinand wishinthat | |
| I can't rapbut | |
| I rip all a yallin halflook at me laugh | |
| Ya hee-haw styleya kick it | |
| Mmmmm I see goodiesgimme the mic and hoodienow | |
| I'll dick it. | |
| Anythe everythe histhe hersof thoseof theirsof them. | |
| I see your titlearound your neckjust swingin loose | |
| I take your gem. | |
| I'm takin it off you neckwith every line that | |
| I selectand rappin it up and cuttinwhile | |
| I'm starinwith disrespect. | |
| Bustin offyeahsqueezin like a vice gripblowin ya off the stageinto the crowdso have a nice trip. | |
| I'm takin control | |
| I holdthe microphone is good as goldfly so many heads | |
| I built my twenty-fifthtotem pole. | |
| Turnin it outand gettin wreckedis just a understatement. | |
| How special to rap a flatputtin his headinside the pavement. | |
| Burnin 'em upjust like a flame throwerrippin 'emwith the cool flower. | |
| Takin 'em out in pairslike the man, | |
| NoahHoldin 'em upjust like a trophyfor the world to see. | |
| You really ain't superbyou seeyou're goin outlike a girl to me. | |
| Takin your littleboo-hoo babytear dropcryin stylebreakin it downuntil there's dustand | |
| I'ma vacuum up the pile. | |
| Showinand provinand groovinand makin a movieon the mic.slappin a | |
| Marlboroin his mouthjust likea dirty little tyke. | |
| Master of the murderousmaniacmad styleamazin manmackin the micsince | |
| I was justa mere child. | |
| Props and propsmore props than | |
| Terminator 2with pen and pad | |
| I play to youand on the cross-fader too. | |
| Endlessly with energyundefeatable lyricallyexpandin my empireyou don't wanna test me. | |
| Wizard of funkadelicevery album's like a relicbite the linechewin on minebut ya never live to tell it. | |
| Bustin it off quickflippin the scriptthat's in the bushesthen walkin around the jam | |
| I'm handin out poundsand mushes. | |
| You're makin a faceyou wanna test my slick manuever? | |
| Your best to rock a break beator somethin you can groove to. | |
| Even if every rapperin the world was makin jamsas soon as | |
| I set this offtheir mic's are slidinout their hands.rockin the junky's worldwith the releaseof every singleback in the days | |
| I told yaI need a beatto make ya jingle. | |
| Overlorddroppin the swordand choppin off the mic cord.rappers are deadall over the streetin every state | |
| I toured.I'm dealin the truthwith living godthat's right before ya eyes. | |
| And I'll be rollinin hoods and sneakersyou can keep the suit and ties. | |
| No sell outbet ya uncle never dies. | |
| Gimme that microphone | |
| I'll rip it upuntil sunrise |
| zuò qǔ : C. Laing LL Cool J Marlon Williams | |
| zuò cí : Laing, Smith, Williams | |
| Unclerippin the microphoneand blowin the stage apart. | |
| These MC' s ain' t got no heartthey need to quit before they start. | |
| Shakin and breakin ' em downbest at leastf in ' em up up at leastsmackin ' em in a pileknow have a stomp and a smile | |
| G. Raisinreplacinlike | |
| Jasonwhen | |
| I be chasinthese rappersmachetti stylechoppin downtheir petty style' s bassin | |
| All in my faceyou got the micbut | |
| I gotta getcha off ityou got my rhymenow cough itbrother sweat the tip and forfeit. | |
| You' re nadaknow nota | |
| I' m hotter | |
| You' re a slow trotter. | |
| Karateswitch the e into an aand it' s karata. | |
| When I come on | |
| I' m rippin it upjust like a madman. | |
| I fly your headchop off your legsand make your head stand. | |
| Tax and wreckin these chumpsall of them | |
| I rub out. | |
| You know the timewhat' s on your mindyou know | |
| I never go out. | |
| I be breakin boutsya boysyour block is full of bums see. | |
| You never was too cleverstick the fork in youyou' re done | |
| G. The instrument' ll ripwith the ultimateof all the rappers. | |
| Toe to toewhenever | |
| I goI guaranteethe flow will smack ya. | |
| Pumpin ya full a leadjust like a 9kickin it off in half the timetakin a breakand makin mineyou' re way behind. | |
| Ya needed a titleand all the unclemade your title for yahopinand prayinand wishinthat | |
| I can' t rapbut | |
| I rip all a yallin halflook at me laugh | |
| Ya heehaw styleya kick it | |
| Mmmmm I see goodiesgimme the mic and hoodienow | |
| I' ll dick it. | |
| Anythe everythe histhe hersof thoseof theirsof them. | |
| I see your titlearound your neckjust swingin loose | |
| I take your gem. | |
| I' m takin it off you neckwith every line that | |
| I selectand rappin it up and cuttinwhile | |
| I' m starinwith disrespect. | |
| Bustin offyeahsqueezin like a vice gripblowin ya off the stageinto the crowdso have a nice trip. | |
| I' m takin control | |
| I holdthe microphone is good as goldfly so many heads | |
| I built my twentyfifthtotem pole. | |
| Turnin it outand gettin wreckedis just a understatement. | |
| How special to rap a flatputtin his headinside the pavement. | |
| Burnin ' em upjust like a flame throwerrippin ' emwith the cool flower. | |
| Takin ' em out in pairslike the man, | |
| NoahHoldin ' em upjust like a trophyfor the world to see. | |
| You really ain' t superbyou seeyou' re goin outlike a girl to me. | |
| Takin your littleboohoo babytear dropcryin stylebreakin it downuntil there' s dustand | |
| I' ma vacuum up the pile. | |
| Showinand provinand groovinand makin a movieon the mic. slappin a | |
| Marlboroin his mouthjust likea dirty little tyke. | |
| Master of the murderousmaniacmad styleamazin manmackin the micsince | |
| I was justa mere child. | |
| Props and propsmore props than | |
| Terminator 2with pen and pad | |
| I play to youand on the crossfader too. | |
| Endlessly with energyundefeatable lyricallyexpandin my empireyou don' t wanna test me. | |
| Wizard of funkadelicevery album' s like a relicbite the linechewin on minebut ya never live to tell it. | |
| Bustin it off quickflippin the scriptthat' s in the bushesthen walkin around the jam | |
| I' m handin out poundsand mushes. | |
| You' re makin a faceyou wanna test my slick manuever? | |
| Your best to rock a break beator somethin you can groove to. | |
| Even if every rapperin the world was makin jamsas soon as | |
| I set this offtheir mic' s are slidinout their hands. rockin the junky' s worldwith the releaseof every singleback in the days | |
| I told yaI need a beatto make ya jingle. | |
| Overlorddroppin the swordand choppin off the mic cord. rappers are deadall over the streetin every state | |
| I toured. I' m dealin the truthwith living godthat' s right before ya eyes. | |
| And I' ll be rollinin hoods and sneakersyou can keep the suit and ties. | |
| No sell outbet ya uncle never dies. | |
| Gimme that microphone | |
| I' ll rip it upuntil sunrise |