Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Another Dollar, artist - LL COOL J. Date of issue: 13.10.1997
Song language: English
Another Dollar |
| I’m the king. |
| I floss rings, the new John Mickens |
| Uhh, I’m stayin’rich and keep the haters bitchin |
| from New York to Richmond, my shine is sickenin |
| Ice drips, frost bits, or forfeit shit |
| I got to rewrite this mackin’game, baby |
| Layin’in the barber shop, knowin’haters is shady |
| Maybe, they sex young chicks and whips |
| but i got lesbo combos ridin’stick-shifts |
| for no chips, I’m seein'4 to 8 lips |
| let me tell ya 'bout my life-style, playas and chips, sick |
| Mr. Smith, the rarest breed |
| separate the dimes from 'hoes like chronic seeds |
| miraculous |
| lyrical swiftness |
| practice this, stop bein’actresses |
| on mattresses with your legs up in the air |
| splash the crisp. |
| John Micks, a millionaire |
| Anutha Day … anutha Dolla |
| My fortune 500 is fully funded |
| Joints I pumps, gives my pockets the mumps |
| I’m the glossiest and the costliest |
| feel the force of this |
| lyrical arsenist |
| Hotter. |
| than a yacht with rottweillers |
| chicks in choppers with they thong sittin’proper |
| the crisp poppa bringin’drama like soap operas |
| the show stopper if u playas don’t flow proper |
| I’m the jiggiest, bitch, shit the wittiest |
| wonderin’why cats front on who’s the williest |
| Chill, relax, you cats will fall |
| 10 mill, 10 plaques upon my wall |
| You stall, mix large, I see y’all |
| Mash ya like roaches then cop diamond broaches |
| Supercalla — nevermind the alladocious |
| Sin the fellas, get blazed and you can quote this |
| Anutha day … anutha dolla |
| I’m the MC that you strive to be competition is dead, cuz ain’t none of y’all live as me Handsome moody, I keep it raw, baby |
| so save all the goodfella shit for Scorsece |
| So iced up, they call me Mount Everest |
| the many get honey ways draped over my headrest |
| I run game from Fort Green to Maine |
| I keep ya head noddin’like dope is in your vein |
| Hail to the King Cajone. |
| jing-a-ling |
| I buy ya clicks loyalty with one pinkie ring |
| Gotta be above average to grow cabbage |
| I wreack havoc, do damage |
| don’t have it uh huh. |
| techniques up to par |
| yeah you, get ya black ass looped like Mardi Gras |
| Chick soup too |
| Hittin’me off in yo’car |
| Blaze her in the alley cuz she actin’bourgeoise |
| Anutha day. |
| anutha dolla |
| Ahhh man … it’s hard bein’the King, baby |
| but someone’s gotta do it, haha |