| I just wanna make sweet love to you, baby, you know what I’m saying?
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| I just wanna touch you all over… aw, please!
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| We came to party, we came to party
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| We came to party, we came to party
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| We came to party, we came to party
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| Hey look, I’ve got my hands all on your body
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| Ain’t no problem, I’m on it — oldest man in the club
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| Also one of the richest, a hundred bottles of bub
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| It’s just me and the Russians, we get all of the love
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| They was aware of the image, they wanna see what he does
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| TMZ in my face, Oprah all on my couch
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| Now I’m hosting the Grammys, what is this all about?
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| International baller, I must admit I had doubts
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| If they wasn’t callin' me back, they was callin' me out
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| Game moved to the South, I just closed my mouth
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| Intellect like Belichick when he be switching the routes
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| I’m too old for the games, no time for the lames
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| Next challenge? |
| Get this generation screaming my name
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| Who could do what I did? |
| Boy, I must be the shit
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| Waved 106 & Park to play date with the kids
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| People texting my wife, tryna ruin my night
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| So I help ‘em mind they business with some bottles on ice
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| Destruction in the club
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| Oh, no… Big Snoop Dogg
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| Ice so cold you can see it through the fog
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| To walk in my shoes it’ll be a little jog
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| And if you step by the pockets, you gon' be up in the morgue
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| The peoples is peepin', peepin'
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| The bitches is dippin', dippin'
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| So this is the mission, listen, I turn this shit up
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| It’s the party-rocking, nonstopping, four-hopping, rip and rock
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| Drippin' in this motherfucker, burn up, now turn up!
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| We ain’t flirtin', we talkin' - we ain’t dancin', we walkin'
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| Teenagers is pointin', couple cougars are hawkin'
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| I don’t come here that often, but it’s totally awesome
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| When you livin' for real, I don’t consider it flossin'
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| Panty lines are crossin', I’m proceedin' with caution
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| I don’t shit where I eat, gotta manage your portions
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| LL Cool J, I’m like the old-school orphan
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| Representing alone, sittin' on factory chrome
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| Shades on, in the zone — Kool Aid smile on my face
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| My security’s strapped, ain’t no beef, just in case
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| Me and my man Rich Whites, we in Vegas tonight
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| Claudine on the celly, make sure that money is right
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| Red carpet and tuxes, always where the bucks is
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| Paparazzi are snapping, I can’t believe this is happening
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| Frustrating the haters, they’re so sick of me rapping
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| I’m enjoying your blog, I’ve got the same type of passion
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| Fatman Scoop, Maserati Cool J
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| They ain’t think I can do it, that’s why I had to debut it
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| And let the critics review it, that way I spit and it’s Buicks
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| Since the beginning, I knew it — rollin' an L in the Buick
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| Had the guts to pursue it, that’s how a legend should do it |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Came To Party, artist - LL COOL J. Album song Authentic, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп