LL Cool J Hit Factory Freestyle lyrics

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Hit Factory Freestyle by Ll Cool J Hit Factory Freestyle lyrics (feat. DJ Enuff, DJ Kay Slay) [DJ Enuff] Ayo, this the heavy hitter DJ Enuff, Def Jam's own Aight, who dat there? [DJ Kay Slay] Ayo it's DJ Kay Slay from around they way Street sweepers baby you know how it's goin down [Enuff] Yo son what's poppin? [Kay Slay] Ayo man the streets man, is craving for some of that LL thing Youknowwhatimsayin? Ill Bomb was it man But I know y'all got more in store man [Enuff] Yo son we here live at the Hit Fiddactory, New York City We got the brand new flavors from LL Cool J Ayo Bimmy! Pass that heat son, let's get this shit crackin [LL Cool J] Ayo this is the infinite, intelligent, extravagant and eloquent That shit y'all talkin is irrelevant I put it down from the gutter to the tenement It's LL Cool J nigga, everything I do is excellent And I got to represent, Q-Boro, the thorough Y'knawmean? We get down, we get down baby Check this shit out right here, uh E Pluribus Unum is the album I'ma drop It'll make you bitch niggas as hard as rocks Givin head to the glock, pretend it's hard cock Splashin niggas I came slow through the block I'm, the original, visual, individual Ten times platinum your career's lookin critical Reach for this, motherfuck being a criminal Look in your bitch eyes, the vibe is subliminal You wanna freestyle fuck that I need at least seven figures to even touch that But since everybody was underestimatin my format I dropped Ill Bomb and now niggas want more of that Aint a rapper dead or alive fuckin wit me Ask the last bitch that tried to come and get me Talk about paper, I can talk about broads I can talk about movies, I can talk about awards Fuck the fantasies, yo I got all four And 2001'll be mine, by law Why name me Greatest Of All Times? Because for fifteen years I kept y'all standin in line Lovin the way I shine and my lyrics combine With the ruggedest, illest beats that Def Jam can find Fuck them other niggas with their 9 or 10 hits My hits run deep as the emotions of your bitch Back in the days it was the M fast stick But now the Bentley is all get more whores on the dick This ones for [distorted] and my Riker's Island niggas That remember when I came through The big O B C C H D M 2 C 74 Little Nasi and the crew, y'all niggas come home Word up, the new album gon' be the shit baby Aint no doubt about it, E Pluribus Unum Out of many one, The G.O.A.T., Greatest Of All Time... [DJ Kay Slay] Ahh yeah, brand new flavor by LL Cool J Featuring LeShaun, it's called Imagine That I'm in the house with my man, DJ Enuff Yo Bimmy, this is how it's going down Come on Enuff, uh, come on Enuff, one more time [LL Cool J] DJ Enuff, DJ Enuff, DJ Enuff You're the honey that I see when I'm ridin by The one givin me a feeling that I can't deny You got the Prada boots on, suede hittin your thigh Actin like my chrome twenties aint catchin' your eye Sometimes I slow down, catch the ass in the mirror Turn the fog lights on, to see the legs more clearer You turn me on, keep me standin up I wish that I could prove to you that I'm man enough I come up to your job and handcuff your boss Throw that nigga in the closet and turn the lights off Then sit you up on the copy machine Make copies of your kitten with my chin in between Then I take you to the window so the world can see Baby I'm down on my knees, let your world be free Curl tongue come get up on this desk with me Multiple orgasms is your destiny [LL and LeShaun] Yo, I'ma hit you in the backseat and tell you to slide Imagine That It aint my fault that my broads collide Imagine That Knock your girls off two at a time Imagine That Disrespect you and still make you mine [Kay Slay] Ahh man I like the way this shit is going down DJ Enuff rippin it up on the ones and twos [record scratching] Hit me up with some more of that flavor [LL] Ayo Bimmy, it's a rock the, ayo Bimmy, it's, ayo Bimmy, it's a rock the Ayo Bimmy, ayo Bimmy, ayo Bimmy, it's a Rock the Bells, Def Jam Collabo man, knowhatimsayin Bim, me, uhh, yeah, me, (goddam!) me, yeah, feel this baby, (keep it going) I'm (Incredible) (what nigga) outrageous Turn money like encyclopedia pages Get freaky throw dike bitches in cages Paid in full European shit, fuck Avis Rocks in ears, blingin the atmosphere Fuck Canibus, I bodied him last year But the L still here, watch face, crystal clear Love a chick to give me head while I shampoo her hair Head to the back baby, no more tears You mumblin the shit, dupe, my flow more clear Baby listen here, I been gettin paper for years And program diretcors who fronted they disappeared And grimy ass niggas get laced with car bombs For being overcritical with uncle get it on I burn your magazine, god'll intervene Can't front on this hip hop phenomenon from Queens, uh [DJ Enuff] As we keep it movin, brand new flavor We call this one Hello, featuring Amil Aight, big up the whole Roc-A-Fella crew Def Jam 2000 baby, The G.O.A.T., August 22nd Go cop that in the stores Big up to all the ladies, aight, c'mon [LL and Amil 6X] Hello, hello Yo, yo [woman's voice] Honey on the telephone [LL] You're the, 212 or 718 Or 914 I love it hardcore When it's over the phone, it's safe to do it raw Imagine every world we could both explore [Amil] Hello Baby what you wearin right now [Amil] Hot pants My girl aint around let's get down And I hope the phone's tapped let's pretend you on my lap [Amil] I'm bouncin up and down with my shoulders back Nigga you like that You see you runnin up my bill Mama might hear me but you just too ill I get your flicks lined up, stereo low Cherry flavored grease beneath my elbow If I was there what would you do [Amil] I'd lay you on your back Ride or Die daddy and I love it like that [Enuff] Ahh man, just a little bit of flavor Kay, just a little bit of flavor Aight, LL Cool J baby August 22nd [LL] Mirror, mirror, on the wall Who was the man before 'Pac and Biggie Smalls No disrespect, but y'all know how I ball The L L C O O L J, what's my motherfucking name y'all Mirror, mirror, on the wall Who was the man before Master P and Puff y'all No disrespect, but y'all know what he's called The L L C O O L J, spell that shit Frankly black, I'm on you niggas minds like Yankee hats Paparazzi flash, that nigga L up in the back Three quarter mink, platinum armor, flashin major stacks I step up, you step back Crucify ya, execution other men The lips, the voice, the way the whole shit blend My rain won't end, my crown don't bend From the mind, to the arm, to the hand, to the pen To the page, to the stage, career wise, half my age Walkin in hell's kitchen and fell on the god's blade New millenium revoltuion, my niggas aint afraid Fuck these record labels til the legend's gettin paid The war zone, I'ma pierce to your bone I got a tank on the fanwith nigga, I'm comin home If you want it, come and get it, bring it to the death If you could match a third of my success you blessed [Enuff] That's right y'all, LL Cool J, The G.O.A.T. The Greatest Of All Time, August 22nd, go cop that Don't fuck with the bootleggers, aight I wanna big up my man DJ Kay Slay, for holdin it down wit me Aight, and before we shut it down, aight I wanna bring my man out, the A&R behind this, aight The A&R executive, yo Bimmy, yo Bimmy come out here son [Bimmy] Thank you, God bless you, good night...


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