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letra de mr. smith (original) - ll cool j

[intro]
y’knowhuti’msayin? (mr. smith)
it’s definitely that old (mr. smith)
that old rugged g-funk (mr. smith)
my man shy sk!llz put it together, ya know (mr. smith)
it’s the bomb, y’knowhuti’msayin? (mr. smith)
time out (mr. smith)
word up, kid (mr. smith)
check out how i said it (mr. smith)

[verse 1]
i’m goin’ to the top, leavin’ smoke in my trail
b-tch ass gangstas put that ass on sale
and even if i’m twice as expensive as the rest
when i go for dolo, you ain’t checkin’ for nothin’ less
my strategy is splittin’ brain cavity’s
it’s ya majesty bringin’ you a tragedy
yeah, on the butcher block slice her like a ox
when it’s time to get down, n-gga i jam like a glock
i bust through all types of red tape and sue papes
n-ggas come old but thеy always wanna infiltrate
i’m cuttin’ snakes through the bеlly witta icepick
and scoopin’ hotties, a strong aisle of flip trips
it’s the rebirth of murkin’ n-ggas once again
i drain the ink and put your blood in my pen
i’m breakin’ ribs ’til somethin’ gives
a n-gga got to live and mr. smith is power god, kid
[chorus]
mr. smith you got the sh-t sewed up
work ya thang baby, show ’em how to blow up
mr. smith you got the sh-t sewed up
work ya thang baby, show ’em how to blow up
mr. smith you got the sh-t sewed up
work ya thang baby, show ’em how to blow up

[verse 2]
what? you wanna do what? you lack the vitality
originality, so face reality
i’m on some ole wild sh-t, ya n-ggas can’t get wit
matter of fact, mornin’ yawn and suck a d-ck
nah hold up, the f-ck is goin’ on?
all these cartoon character mc’s gettin’ airborne
takin off like a hot air balloon
goin up up up, oh no kaboom
bring your heroes down to ground zero
shotty grippin’ ya grill like pesci and deniro
i’m on some o.j. sh-t, throats is gettin’ sh-t
scooped the new jacks and kick ’em in the fire pit
tell them ole j-p n-ggas they need to go and stick it
cos when it comes to this rap sh-t i’m mad wicked
the grand sire bringin’ flavor to the whole game
mr. smith is my motherf-ckin’ name
[chorus]
mr. smith you got the sh-t sewed up
work ya thang baby, show ’em how to blow up
mr. smith you got the sh-t sewed up
work ya thang baby, show ’em how to blow up
mr. smith you got the sh-t sewed up
work ya thang baby, show ’em how to blow up
to the bridge

[bridge]
mr. smith (i was a mack since birth)
talkin’ ’bout mr. smith (i invented the taadow!) uh
talkin ’bout mr. smith (i started mackin’)
talkin ’bout mr. smith
talkin ’bout

[verse 3]
time’s up, your rhyme’s up, mix the lines up
i’m about to blow the spot up with that divine touch
i got the magnetic energetic lyrical calisthenic
ya better call a medic cos ya look pathetic
guan boy it’s the champion mr smith
your n-ggas couldn’t raise up with a forklift
c-cked the hammer, peep out the grammar
it’s hard like bacardi and hot like a house party
all your so-called flavor n-ggas is deaded
your next step is where ya headed so don’t forget it
your rhymes is bait, your steelo’s scarred to scr-pe
when you scream you sound muddy like a blint tape
i get’cha open like filet, ‘tack you when i spray
lethal compositions around your way
i’m the maniacal murderous mr. james smith
rippin’ ya ass out the frame with my verbal gift
[chorus]
mr smith you got the sh-t sewed up
work ya thang baby, show ’em how to blow up
mr smith you got the sh-t sewed up
work ya thang baby, show ’em how to blow up
mr smith you got the sh-t sewed up
work ya thang baby, show ’em how to blow up
mr smith you got the sh-t sewed up
work ya thang baby, show ’em how to blow up
mr smith you got the sh-t sewed up
work ya thang baby, show ’em how to blow up

- ll cool j

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