Lyrics

[Intro: Big Ill & LL Cool J] I to the L to the L I to the L to the L I to the L to the L I to the L to the L Now check it out [Verse 1: Big Ill] Now it's a bumpy road when you're jumpin' on my jock Leave you in a slum, pumpin' shells from the Glock Don't give a fuck about your life, boom Lyrified fool like I said, dirty dropout from high school So fuck a diploma 'Cause I packs the Glock, I put your ass in a coma, I roam a— Lone, I'm solo, oh yo, fuck a gang Is how my thang, I'ma swang like my ding-a-ling Now what the fuck is my life without a brew? Distill my alcohol like I don't have a clue And fuck you, to my PO I'm talkin' to Givin' me a drug test, you need a slug in your chest I suggest you don't mess with the filthy Dirty derelict that'll get your ass killed, G And to the warden, now that I'm recordin' You could a suck, to photographers, fuck a flick You want my photos and enter the pretend Back in the days, my life wasn't decent So get the fuck out my face, it's no challenge, G I'll commit a felony, what the fuck you tellin' me? Nothin', humpin' and puffin', that's all I do One, two and I also guzzle brew Might emulate, flip your state of mind Get you butt-naked, make it you shake it from behind So beware, whether light-skin or dark-skin affair I'll wax your ass then I'm outta there, yeah [Refrain: LL Cool J] I to the L to the L I to the L to the L [Verse 2: Big Ill & LL Cool J] Yeah, straight out the box I'ma blow ya, baow, nice to know ya Wanna hold a grudge, but you better let it go, yo Bum, feel the lead from the shell if you fuck with the I to the L to the L Still collect the checks, some say I'm rated X Get 'nough sex, not next, if I'm vexxed, I'm plex Don't flex them muscles, take the bullet, see 'em diesel Beat your ass down even if you got diesel Some manipulator will filp your data Give you service with a attitude, rip the tippin' waiter Minute I'm intoxicated, I might knock your ass right out the box You hate it, I'm simulated You can't get none, kickin' drama Always Wayne, say that shit for one of Rama 'cause my name's the Mack Ten trigger happy, [?], crazy motherfucker And I does the [?], so [?] one deep Your whole motherfuckin' five still'll get swigged Even if you're larger, breakin' you down little And brittle, it's not a riddle, your shit'll be in the hospital [Refrain: LL Cool J] I to the L to the L I to the L to the L I to the L to the L I to the L to the L [Outro: Big Ill] Pumpin' shit for my motherfuckin' niggas that's down with the classic shit, you know what I'm sayin'? Yo, somethin' like that This shit is goin' out to my motherfuckin' man al jit For y'all bitches that don't know, that's the large sca, yeah You know what I'm sayin'? They gotta stick with the [?] [?], Malcom, 500 XL Mac that and [?], yeah You know what I'm sayin'? You could do somethin' for the public Yeah Gotta stick with [?] for my man [?] Hot 97 Gotta say somethin' to the paper boys Power 106 You know what I'm sayin'? You gotta stay what's up to my man King's Tax, K now, you know what I'm sayin'? To my motherfuckin' man Billie Jean Back in Detroit To all my homies still locked down in Buffalo I'ma stay ruffin' you You know what I'm sayin'? All that, eat a dick, bitch