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letra de gin, juice & bad gs - ll cool j

[verse 1: ll cool j]
no rapper can rap quite like i can
i’ll take a muscle-bound man and put his face in the sand
not the last mafioso, i’m an emcee cop
make you say “go ll,” and do the wop
if you think you can out-rhyme me, yeah, boy, i bet
’cause i ain’t met a motherf-cker who can do that yet
trendsetter, i’m better, my rhymes are good
i got a gold-made plate that says “i wish you would”
and when battles begin, then, i gotta join in, and
before my rhyme is over, you know i’ma win
cool j has arrived, so you better make way
ask anybody in the crowd, thеy say the kid don’t play
slaughter competition, that’s my hobby and job
i don’t wеar a disguise because i don’t owe the mob
got a pinpoint rap that makes you feel trapped
so many girls on my jock, i think my phone is tapped, i’m bad

[verse 2: snoop dogg]
now that i got me some seagram’s gin
everybody got they cups, but they ain’t chipped in
now this type of sh-t happens all the time
you gotta get yours, but fool, i gotta get mine
everything is fine when you listening to the d-o-g
i got the cultivating music that be captivating he
who listens to the words that i speak
as i take me a drank to the middle of the street
and get to mackin’ to this b-tch named sadie (sadie?)
she used to be the homeboy’s lady (oh, that b-tch?)
eighty degrees when i tell that b-tch, “please
raise up off these n-u-ts, ’cause you gets none of these”
at ease, as i mob with the dogg pound
feel the breeze biatch, i’m just
[verse 3: eazy-e]
i never met a o.g. who never did sh-t wrong
you tried to diss the eazy-e, so now, n-gga, it’s on
you and your doggy dogg think that y’all hoggin’ sh-t
both of you b-tches can come and suck my doggy d-ck
beatin’ up a b-tch don’t make you sh-t, but then again
some n-ggas think it makes a man
d-mn, it’s a trip how a n-gga could switch so quick
from wearin’ lipstick to smokin’ on chronic at picnics
and now you think you’re bigger
but to me you ain’t nothin’ but a b-tch-ass n-gga
that ain’t worth a food stamp
and at death row, i hear you gettin’ treated like bootcamp
got to follow your sergeant’s directions
or get your ass popped with the smith & wesson
learn a lesson from the eaze
stay in your place and don’t step to real motherf-ckin’ g’s

- ll cool j

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