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LL Cool J - 1 in the Morning lyrics
Chorus It’s 1 in the morning (you know what time it is) It’s 1 in the morning It’s 1 in the morning (you gonna have to come out ya clothes for this one) It’s 1 in the morning (What ever you say) [Verse 1] Yeah I’m still at it The microphone addict, you get you dome splatted, Cause homie would not have it Your ashes get scattered, Across the Atlantic For acting like you a teenage chic with a bra padded You might laugh at it Putting you through the knowledge It is really a tad tragic, How they runnin’ through they cabbage You know my track record, L battle like a savage I think it grow rich that gives me the advantage Uncle LL, I got prodigal sales, so I could bail Al Sharpton out of jail Somebody gotta do it Somebody in the black community, Gotta get this money while yaw’ll march for unity So march on Ima get my Bentley park on Then get my dawgs a platform to bark on The realest brother Unicode hit me and wonder to others Children shivering under the covers The man in Black The tilted Fedora hat I’m bringing it raw You never want your money back I’m focused baby Livin’ like a quarterback Playin’ in the Wish bowl L keeps opuses black Systematically, burn you like calories Watch your mouth, Go earn your little salaries I’m a classic like Nike airs and Wallabies You can catch it like a flu, homie follow me Chorus [Verse 2] That’s right sleeping Beauty Wake up see the light That Tylenol P.M. got u caught for you B.M. Everybody could see em’, the king of ripping coliseums Come on you is a male groupie begging for bedim I’m fruitcake laid out in the mausoleum I’m the richest man in Babylon Nobody could see him Money’s my slave, it do what I say It could cry for me, like Denzel in glory But I broke the cycle, no more poverty I wonder if you hating on the low, probably But cats know I’m real I keep them on they heels Damn look at my body, could have been a Navy Seal But you lack the discipline to do what I do Reinvention, I’m in the 11th Dimension I’m a value stock pop; get it while it’s hot ‘Cause once I blow ima split and that’s it Chorus [Verse 3] Your Honor last week he punched me in the face I want 20 million, you know he live in waste Last week me and the president was taking’ flicks Last week my video dropped, and you were sick Last week I copped my shorty some kicks They cost 29 hundred, homie you don’t want it My ears stayed flooded like your man stay blooded My American Express is Black, no other summit The Benjamin Graham of Def Jam, yaw’ll know My portfolio was sicker than Polio Fo’ real god is good He took me out the hood Got me living in a mansion like a big boy should And I’d never do Cribs I ain’t gon have all yaw’ll fruitcakes knowing’ how I live (never!) Bed extra big You sit around in your mouth potbelly on the couch Claiming you’re hot but honey what you won’t vow Was she alone Puff L I make her bounce You on the corner risking your life to sell an ounce Wishing you was Pablo laying in Cabot with a chick named Margo You flew from Chicago, but no In real life cats catch you It’s not what you expected Life’s kinda hectic huh Chorus 2x (Yeah, Yeah it’s the definition, the definition) Go It’s the definition partner 11 in the roll |
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