Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ahh, Let's Get Ill, artist - LL COOL J. Album song Bigger And Deffer, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 21.07.1987
Record label: DEF JAM
Song language: English
Ahh, Let's Get Ill |
| I’m the Ladies Love, Legend in Leather |
| Long and Lean, and I don’t wear pleather |
| Last of the red hot lovin MC’s |
| Lookin for a Little, that’s my theory |
| It goes quick Like Lightning, too exciting |
| Lover of Ladies, don’t allow biting |
| Level-headed Leader, toy boy feeder |
| Good Love Life and a rhyme biter beater |
| Looking, Learning, the one you’re liking |
| Listen and you will love what I’m writing |
| Ladies Love, Long, hard, and Lean |
| And now you know what L.L. means |
| Aaaahhhhhhhh! |
| Let’s get ill! |
| Come on now |
| Aaaahhhhhhhh! |
| Let’s get ill! |
| Everybody |
| Aaaahhhhhhhh! |
| Let’s get ill! |
| Everybody |
| Aaaahhhhhhhh! |
| Let’s get ill! |
| Lightning in the sky, L.L. don’t lie |
| I can hold a larger load than those other little guys |
| My literature is the land’s highest law |
| The man of the brand, one you look out for |
| I’m loose like the lace in your brand new sneaker |
| Release the bass in your face like a large Vega speaker |
| Li-li-lis-listen to my rhyme |
| Here to satisfy the listeners who stood on line |
| Bought tickets to see me kick it and wasn’t late |
| The love every little bit of the cuts he creates |
| First not last, leader of the class, see |
| From London, Long Beach, and down to Tallahassee |
| Ladies are pleased, I’m not wearin Lee’s |
| The Kangol is mine, the godfather is E |
| I bust your lip, my level won’t slip |
| Clockin crazy dollars on the L.L. tip |
| Come on! |
| Aaaahhhhhhhh! |
| Let’s get ill! |
| Come on |
| Aaaahhhhhhhh! |
| Let’s get ill! |
| Everybody |
| Aaaahhhhhhhh! |
| Let’s get ill! |
| Everybody |
| Aaaahhhhhhhh! |
| Let’s get ill! |
| Loose with the ladies, loud like a ref |
| When I die, there will be no lovers left |
| I’m the little girl liker, legendary writer |
| Let’s see, I never lost cause I burn like a lighter |
| My love is long and my lyrics rock loud |
| Lurkin shadow in the shadows like Little McLoud |
| I’m the Ladies Love, lyrical lord in the club |
| Ladies Love, the man you dream of |
| Aaaahhhhhhhh! |
| Let’s get ill! |
| Aaaahhhhhhhh! |
| Let’s get ill! |
| Everybody |
| Aaaahhhhhhhh! |
| Let’s get ill! |
| Everybody |
| Aaaahhhhhhhh! |
| Let’s get ill! |
| Never ever lost, not lonely or alone |
| You can call me the last Capone |
| Not a little kid playing with garbage can lids |
| Don’t need a legal lawyer, I ain’t doin no bid |
| Cause the ladies know my bass is low |
| Rockin L after L ever since the intro |
| Liberacce couldn’t rock it like the long-legged pro |
| Two legs, not four like Lassie, I don’t eat Alpo |
| Come on |
| Aaaahhhhhhhh! |
| Let’s get ill! |
| Everybody |
| Aaaahhhhhhhh! |
| Let’s get ill! |
| Everybody |
| Aaaahhhhhhhh! |
| Let’s get ill! |
| Everybody |
| Aaaahhhhhhhh! |
| Let’s get ill! |
| All over the land they listen to my jams |
| Like a cherry lollypop when you’re lickin your hand |
| I’m poppin and lockin, so I can give you a list |
| All of my lyrics are swift, so the losers never riff |
| I love givin em bliss, havin my name on the list |
| I’m the life of the party and my rhymes are priceless |
| Each jam is like a lesson other rappers must learn |
| Cold laugh cause they don’t like it every time I return |
| Come on |
| Aaaahhhhhhhh! |
| Let’s get ill! |
| Come on now |
| Aaaahhhhhhhh! |
| Let’s get ill! |
| Everybody |
| Aaaahhhhhhhh! |
| Let’s get ill! |
| Everybody |
| Aaaahhhhhhhh! |
| Let’s get ill! |
| Come on now |
| Aaaahhhhhhhh! |
| Let’s get ill! |
| Sing along now |
| Aaaahhhhhhhh! |
| Let’s get ill! |
| Everybody |
| Aaaahhhhhhhh! |
| Let’s get ill! |
| L.L. Cool J wants you to get ill |
| Aaaahhhhhhhh! |
| Let’s get ill! |