| Song | (NFA) No Frontin' Allowed |
| Artist | LL Cool J |
| Album | 14 Shots To The Dome |
| 作曲 : Tyrone Armstrong & Dupre L. Kelly & LL Cool J & Ray Smith & Al Terik Wardrick & | |
| 作词 : Armstrong, Kelly ... | |
| Mad madness trashy brother from way back | |
| We're blowin' mics since the days of 8-track | |
| Certified, bonafied pull out the weapon | |
| Rusted your ho's gets busted | |
| Run your joules, shootin' up ya damn fools | |
| Leavin' your loser lazy lyricist in bloody pools | |
| Went away came back your still wack | |
| Now your slobbin' | |
| Marly's mob for a dope track | |
| Comin' off like a bra and it's the witness | |
| No click-click a fru [Incomprehensible] business | |
| Don't care about no money got props in it | |
| Flippin, scripts with every letter in the alphabet | |
| Wanna jump jump and jingle your rump rump | |
| Here to pump punks with real hot lead chunks | |
| Full-grown | |
| I ain't no baby with these rhymes kid | |
| Put the mic down my peoples know where ya live | |
| I chop you little brittle riddle right up the middle | |
| And have the police playin' the fiddle in the hospital | |
| Somebody said, "He couldn't rip with the roughness" | |
| Rhymes kick your teeth but end up front less | |
| Soul survivor of a thousand beats | |
| Sendin' funeral wreathes to all ya use-to-be chiefs | |
| Is a raw to a bearlin' in the woods [Incomprehensible] | |
| Brothers tapes ain't jack their best tracks is wack | |
| I heard you think you got a chance to win | |
| But my Glock is stopped off to murder the top ten | |
| Rough and rugged and raw | |
| I'm like a callous | |
| The underground can say, "Ain't no fra-zontin in my palace"[Incomprehensible] | |
| Well can I be the flavor of the month? | |
| WhyI got the flavor plus | |
| I can bump a chump | |
| I got the funk straight from my underground hide-out | |
| I freak it in the house and let the hits just ooze out | |
| Bust on the scene to let ya know | |
| I wasn't frontin' | |
| Got ya screamin' for my album so | |
| I had to do somethin' | |
| Write tonight to take a bit not a bite | |
| And watch the [Incomprehensible] freak you with all my | |
| Like here | |
| I am to save the day | |
| I stop the tracks with the mic so | |
| I say to chay | |
| And on guard when | |
| I'm swingin' for your brow' | |
| Cause in the house of hits ain't no frontin' allowed[Incomprehensible] | |
| Just when you thought that it was safe to try and chop me | |
| Run for ya life now here some | |
| Mr. Funky and | |
| I'm pissed | |
| So watch how many heads | |
| I'll be the takeout | |
| Boy ya better look out | |
| I work ya like a cook-out | |
| So get the flavor the original | |
| Mr. funky [Incomprehensible] | |
| And you watch me do my thing | |
| Because I hit ya with the funk of the fly-talker | |
| And make your girl bump-bump, get it, get it like | |
| Luke Sky Walker | |
| I can't front, | |
| I love rappin' with a passion | |
| Crash your head front into the funk you think | |
| I'm slam dancin' | |
| See when you front you make mad | |
| The alter weight [Incomprehensible] | |
| Freak this, funky twin powers activate | |
| Sheik on the mic with the cape and muscles | |
| Crushin' M | |
| C's while their girls do the hustle | |
| See other rappers try to dis the lords but yo, your dead wrong | |
| Damn it, can't we all just get along? | |
| We'll see there simply ain't no frontin' allowed | |
| Yo, I'm out like the | |
| Cosby Show | |
| Peace to the funky child[Incomprehensible] | |
| Punchin' your goddamn eyebrows off | |
| Roughin' it up north lookin' like your laugh off [Incomprehensible] | |
| It's a blash smash and crash from my stash | |
| Be watchin' your back kid your girl and the phat path | |
| Talkin' 'bout your macks and tax | |
| What's with that? | |
| Your gettin' wet like slow sex | |
| Rippin' on that old school kid | |
| Leavin' sliced as a slit says | |
| I wet your crib | |
| No question testin' the west and the east and | |
| Once the ammo was released and | |
| I'll make your girl come and getcha | |
| Hope you get the picture boy your better off if a pit bit ya | |
| What it is like in the illest fight believe the hype | |
| I'm givin' crowds more nose jobs than | |
| MikeFight sight alright they bite spot light tonight is hype | |
| Trigger happy tripe don't hit bite my owner's right | |
| And ya know it's comin' off so don't ask it | |
| Snatchin' the vocal and hotties on the rap tip | |
| Mackin' ya boys up bringin' the noise up | |
| And now ya need stitches because my voice cuts | |
| Chainsaw gain more and reign raw | |
| And never let a brother play it is my main law[Incomprehensible] |
| zuò qǔ : Tyrone Armstrong Dupre L. Kelly LL Cool J Ray Smith Al Terik Wardrick | |
| zuò cí : Armstrong, Kelly ... | |
| Mad madness trashy brother from way back | |
| We' re blowin' mics since the days of 8track | |
| Certified, bonafied pull out the weapon | |
| Rusted your ho' s gets busted | |
| Run your joules, shootin' up ya damn fools | |
| Leavin' your loser lazy lyricist in bloody pools | |
| Went away came back your still wack | |
| Now your slobbin' | |
| Marly' s mob for a dope track | |
| Comin' off like a bra and it' s the witness | |
| No clickclick a fru Incomprehensible business | |
| Don' t care about no money got props in it | |
| Flippin, scripts with every letter in the alphabet | |
| Wanna jump jump and jingle your rump rump | |
| Here to pump punks with real hot lead chunks | |
| Fullgrown | |
| I ain' t no baby with these rhymes kid | |
| Put the mic down my peoples know where ya live | |
| I chop you little brittle riddle right up the middle | |
| And have the police playin' the fiddle in the hospital | |
| Somebody said, " He couldn' t rip with the roughness" | |
| Rhymes kick your teeth but end up front less | |
| Soul survivor of a thousand beats | |
| Sendin' funeral wreathes to all ya usetobe chiefs | |
| Is a raw to a bearlin' in the woods Incomprehensible | |
| Brothers tapes ain' t jack their best tracks is wack | |
| I heard you think you got a chance to win | |
| But my Glock is stopped off to murder the top ten | |
| Rough and rugged and raw | |
| I' m like a callous | |
| The underground can say, " Ain' t no frazontin in my palace" Incomprehensible | |
| Well can I be the flavor of the month? | |
| WhyI got the flavor plus | |
| I can bump a chump | |
| I got the funk straight from my underground hideout | |
| I freak it in the house and let the hits just ooze out | |
| Bust on the scene to let ya know | |
| I wasn' t frontin' | |
| Got ya screamin' for my album so | |
| I had to do somethin' | |
| Write tonight to take a bit not a bite | |
| And watch the Incomprehensible freak you with all my | |
| Like here | |
| I am to save the day | |
| I stop the tracks with the mic so | |
| I say to chay | |
| And on guard when | |
| I' m swingin' for your brow' | |
| Cause in the house of hits ain' t no frontin' allowed Incomprehensible | |
| Just when you thought that it was safe to try and chop me | |
| Run for ya life now here some | |
| Mr. Funky and | |
| I' m pissed | |
| So watch how many heads | |
| I' ll be the takeout | |
| Boy ya better look out | |
| I work ya like a cookout | |
| So get the flavor the original | |
| Mr. funky Incomprehensible | |
| And you watch me do my thing | |
| Because I hit ya with the funk of the flytalker | |
| And make your girl bumpbump, get it, get it like | |
| Luke Sky Walker | |
| I can' t front, | |
| I love rappin' with a passion | |
| Crash your head front into the funk you think | |
| I' m slam dancin' | |
| See when you front you make mad | |
| The alter weight Incomprehensible | |
| Freak this, funky twin powers activate | |
| Sheik on the mic with the cape and muscles | |
| Crushin' M | |
| C' s while their girls do the hustle | |
| See other rappers try to dis the lords but yo, your dead wrong | |
| Damn it, can' t we all just get along? | |
| We' ll see there simply ain' t no frontin' allowed | |
| Yo, I' m out like the | |
| Cosby Show | |
| Peace to the funky child Incomprehensible | |
| Punchin' your goddamn eyebrows off | |
| Roughin' it up north lookin' like your laugh off Incomprehensible | |
| It' s a blash smash and crash from my stash | |
| Be watchin' your back kid your girl and the phat path | |
| Talkin' ' bout your macks and tax | |
| What' s with that? | |
| Your gettin' wet like slow sex | |
| Rippin' on that old school kid | |
| Leavin' sliced as a slit says | |
| I wet your crib | |
| No question testin' the west and the east and | |
| Once the ammo was released and | |
| I' ll make your girl come and getcha | |
| Hope you get the picture boy your better off if a pit bit ya | |
| What it is like in the illest fight believe the hype | |
| I' m givin' crowds more nose jobs than | |
| MikeFight sight alright they bite spot light tonight is hype | |
| Trigger happy tripe don' t hit bite my owner' s right | |
| And ya know it' s comin' off so don' t ask it | |
| Snatchin' the vocal and hotties on the rap tip | |
| Mackin' ya boys up bringin' the noise up | |
| And now ya need stitches because my voice cuts | |
| Chainsaw gain more and reign raw | |
| And never let a brother play it is my main law Incomprehensible |