of the times, guards on a mission Chorus: God bless ya lover, god bless you (x4) Verse 2: Have mercy! Nowadays I got them other niggas acting thirsty Bless
a sign of the times, guards on a mission Chorus: God bless ya lover, god bless you (x4) Verse 2: Have mercy! Nowadays I got them other niggas acting thirsty Bless
Tradução: Ll Cool J. Dios los bendiga.
: (feat. Da' T.R.U.T.H. & J.R.) Hair, check! Shoes, check! A brand new fit, lookin' cool, check! I'm lookin' in the mirror like oooh, yes! A cover for
Jackie, Kersee You try join him, I can help you with that I'm important in rap but I'm special with gats You know the young god bless you in fact, like
cool, sumpthin' like you Jamaicans say, "L.L. a fool" Kids wet too who do the pool Let bells ring like Sunday school L.L. Cool J is hard as hell? So hard
it rain, we get rained on together it's whatever, you shine, I shine, I know you got a 9-5 I'll be your 5-9! [J. Cole - Chorus] [J. Cole - Verse 2]
with offical hoop-bangers With hang time like a coat hanger Jump, with thunderous 360-degree type dunks What up doc? the monstar funk (ll cool j) Lightning
I thinking? wasn't trying to be cool its Just the thrill of the danger get so filled up with anger When a stranger get to violating He sleeping on me wide awake, bitch i,ll
know what I mean, there ain't none of that Know what I'm sayin And if it weren't for these cats man y'all wouldn't know Nothin' about no LL Cool J or
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
me like they did in 04,04,04 So, I swallow my pride empowered by God, I'm complete in Him He's got peace God's priest I'm in In His presence weak-His
but only God knows why not Like my nigga Bing, let your sneakers not be clean He'll start snapping on you, making a scene Kept the lye, a cool nigga
track like splimate bambino you know what I mean-o yo check this my style moves non-chelant sometimes reckless gleamish eyes from the jetta to the lexus may God bless
high seasoned Bacardy, UV's Blesses my body, we be fresh at the party Play yourself go head if you don't no the ledge It's like spittin' to God Get
crew If the slugs don't get'cha, Lord J'll jig ya Acting artificial, you'll get burnt my the pistol Before it's done, even my guns'll turn to missiles
