Yeah
(To da break of dawn)
All my s** involved
As we get funky
Rhymes so bizarre
Everybody knows
When it come to a situation like this
Little more effects
And I can't resist
So we get funky in the house
You know what I'm sayin'?
L.L. Cool J style
What?
This ain't on a pop tip
Check it out
What is a panther? A animal that kills
I'm like a shark with blood comin' out the gills
You could never in your wildest dreams
Get a piece of this gangsta; lean, straight from Queens
Strong as liquor, to be seen in a limousine
Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline
Wouldn't b*** because your rhymes are puppy chow
Made another million, so competitors bow
Homeboy, hold on, my rhymes are so strong
Nothing could go wrong, so why do you prolong?
Songs that ain't strong, brother, you're dead wrong
And got the nerve to have them Star Trek shades on
Ha, you can't handle the whole weight
Skin needs lotion; teeth need Colgate
Wise up you little burnt-up french fry
I'm that type of guy
And I slammed you know, just like a sumo
Put him in pampers, leave my drawers in his hamper
When I'm through, you need a brand-new identity
I was scoopin' girls before you lost your virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
Gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
Somethin' like Shaft; put you in a cask' - bo!
You little blood-clot boy, you must not know
The rep I keep, the MC's I peep, sweep, play cheap
And freak with a chic, unique technique
Get rid of the yuk-mouth smile
'Cause brother, you ain't got no style
Keep on
(To the break of dawn)
(To the break of dawn)
Yeah
Keep on
(To the break of dawn)
Hey yo, that's kinda funky
But check this out here
(Rock that s***)
(To the break of dawn)
Yeah
Immaculate styles; I used to abuse
MC's, so light the fuse
And spread the news; you lose
To the damager, microphone manager
Cold crush, and bruise, and bandage a amateur
That amateur, swingin' a hammer
From a body bag, so run and get your camera
Get a flick of the stiff dead-shot to get swift
But I'm the wrong brother to dance with
'Cause I don't need a partner to swing
Keep your eyes on the Cool J ring
Shootin' the gift, but you just don't shoot it right
You couldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight
Wouldn't throw a rock in a ghost town
So don't try to play post, clown
You know the L.L.'s back in town
And all the want-to-be sherrifs is gettin' shot down
Gimme that microphone
I'm a show you the real meaning of the danger zone
Stop dancin', get to walkin'
Shut your old mouth when young folks is talkin'
Huh, you little snake in the grass
You swing a hammer, but you couldn't break a glass
Gimme a lighter, woof!
Now you're cut loose
From that Jheri curl juice
Cool J is back on the map
And when I see ya, I'm a give you a slap
That's right, a little kick for that c***
'Cause my old gym teacher ain't supposed to rap
Keep on
(To the break of dawn)
Yeah
(To the break of dawn)
Funk it up
I said keep on
(To the break of dawn)
(Yo, rock that s***)
(To the break of dawn)
Check this out
Yeah
How dare you stand beside me?
I'm Cool; I freeze I-C-E
On your trail, and I'm a cut that bull tail
You're disobedient with the wrong ingredients
But I'm a drink you down over the rocks
While I freak on your album cover jocks
You're gonna hear a real ill paragraph soon
I took the cover right home to the bathroom
In the immortal words of L.L., 'hard as hell'
Your broad wears it well
She's the reason that your record sold a few copies
But your rhymes are sloppy
Like Oscar, and you're bound to get dropped
And stopped; I ain't Murray the cop
Nor am I Felix, but I got a bag of tricks
Mr. Pusherman, gimme a fix
So I can show you I'm immune to them Romper Room tunes
You little hip-hop racoon
I'm not Scarface, but I want more beef
Before you rapped, you was a downtown car thief
Workin' in a parking lot
A brother with a perm deserves to get burned
So tell me how you like your coat, cream?
On a cone, in a bowl, or in a wet dream?
With your tv on channel fuzz
Uncle L, that's how much damage he does
Here's five dollars; catch a taxi cab
Take your rhymes around the corner to the rap rehab
Keep on
(To the break of dawn)
Yeah
(To the break of dawn)
I say keep on
(To the break of dawn)
Just wanted to funk it up a little bit
My man Pete Rock is up in the crib
You know what I'm sayin'?
Over here at Marley Marl house
Just coolin' out
My man Clash in the house
Sippin' on this Bartles & Jaymes premium piece flavor out the cooler
Loungin' back
Keep on
Peace
(To da break of dawn)
All my s** involved
As we get funky
Rhymes so bizarre
Everybody knows
When it come to a situation like this
Little more effects
And I can't resist
So we get funky in the house
You know what I'm sayin'?
L.L. Cool J style
What?
This ain't on a pop tip
Check it out
What is a panther? A animal that kills
I'm like a shark with blood comin' out the gills
You could never in your wildest dreams
Get a piece of this gangsta; lean, straight from Queens
Strong as liquor, to be seen in a limousine
Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline
Wouldn't b*** because your rhymes are puppy chow
Made another million, so competitors bow
Homeboy, hold on, my rhymes are so strong
Nothing could go wrong, so why do you prolong?
Songs that ain't strong, brother, you're dead wrong
And got the nerve to have them Star Trek shades on
Ha, you can't handle the whole weight
Skin needs lotion; teeth need Colgate
Wise up you little burnt-up french fry
I'm that type of guy
And I slammed you know, just like a sumo
Put him in pampers, leave my drawers in his hamper
When I'm through, you need a brand-new identity
I was scoopin' girls before you lost your virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
Gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
Somethin' like Shaft; put you in a cask' - bo!
You little blood-clot boy, you must not know
The rep I keep, the MC's I peep, sweep, play cheap
And freak with a chic, unique technique
Get rid of the yuk-mouth smile
'Cause brother, you ain't got no style
Keep on
(To the break of dawn)
(To the break of dawn)
Yeah
Keep on
(To the break of dawn)
Hey yo, that's kinda funky
But check this out here
(Rock that s***)
(To the break of dawn)
Yeah
Immaculate styles; I used to abuse
MC's, so light the fuse
And spread the news; you lose
To the damager, microphone manager
Cold crush, and bruise, and bandage a amateur
That amateur, swingin' a hammer
From a body bag, so run and get your camera
Get a flick of the stiff dead-shot to get swift
But I'm the wrong brother to dance with
'Cause I don't need a partner to swing
Keep your eyes on the Cool J ring
Shootin' the gift, but you just don't shoot it right
You couldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight
Wouldn't throw a rock in a ghost town
So don't try to play post, clown
You know the L.L.'s back in town
And all the want-to-be sherrifs is gettin' shot down
Gimme that microphone
I'm a show you the real meaning of the danger zone
Stop dancin', get to walkin'
Shut your old mouth when young folks is talkin'
Huh, you little snake in the grass
You swing a hammer, but you couldn't break a glass
Gimme a lighter, woof!
Now you're cut loose
From that Jheri curl juice
Cool J is back on the map
And when I see ya, I'm a give you a slap
That's right, a little kick for that c***
'Cause my old gym teacher ain't supposed to rap
Keep on
(To the break of dawn)
Yeah
(To the break of dawn)
Funk it up
I said keep on
(To the break of dawn)
(Yo, rock that s***)
(To the break of dawn)
Check this out
Yeah
How dare you stand beside me?
I'm Cool; I freeze I-C-E
On your trail, and I'm a cut that bull tail
You're disobedient with the wrong ingredients
But I'm a drink you down over the rocks
While I freak on your album cover jocks
You're gonna hear a real ill paragraph soon
I took the cover right home to the bathroom
In the immortal words of L.L., 'hard as hell'
Your broad wears it well
She's the reason that your record sold a few copies
But your rhymes are sloppy
Like Oscar, and you're bound to get dropped
And stopped; I ain't Murray the cop
Nor am I Felix, but I got a bag of tricks
Mr. Pusherman, gimme a fix
So I can show you I'm immune to them Romper Room tunes
You little hip-hop racoon
I'm not Scarface, but I want more beef
Before you rapped, you was a downtown car thief
Workin' in a parking lot
A brother with a perm deserves to get burned
So tell me how you like your coat, cream?
On a cone, in a bowl, or in a wet dream?
With your tv on channel fuzz
Uncle L, that's how much damage he does
Here's five dollars; catch a taxi cab
Take your rhymes around the corner to the rap rehab
Keep on
(To the break of dawn)
Yeah
(To the break of dawn)
I say keep on
(To the break of dawn)
Just wanted to funk it up a little bit
My man Pete Rock is up in the crib
You know what I'm sayin'?
Over here at Marley Marl house
Just coolin' out
My man Clash in the house
Sippin' on this Bartles & Jaymes premium piece flavor out the cooler
Loungin' back
Keep on
Peace