Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song How I'm Comin', artist - LL COOL J. Album song 14 Shots To The Dome, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1992
Record label: DEF JAM
Song language: English
How I'm Comin' |
boom bash, wake up, I set it off right |
look around and turn your wet dream to fright night |
you can call me r&b homeys, which stands for rough brother |
word to my grandmother |
I buck you in the head just to let ya know |
stick you for ya dough, spit on the flo' |
drag it out of ya, bring it on |
I smack him back down, yo dope word is bond |
I know you want a piece of the ch& |
but you roll too weak, you couldn’t make it in my c& |
you thought I went for the flip |
but I’m bustin’off hip-hop clip after clip |
I kept you out there, ripped you for your wear |
jump inside your video, bust you with a chair |
smack slap smack slap smack slap smack |
just to make it worse and hurt your pride I’ll run it back |
smack slap smack slap smack slap smack |
click click boom, stop dead in your tracks |
stick the steel in your mouth |
buck buck buck buck buck, lights out |
(I'm comin') |
How ya comin’baby? |
(I'm comin') |
this is how I’m comin' |
the album that I’m comin’with is rough, the flavor’s mean |
(ooooh) kickin’you for real in the guillatine |
fourteen shots to your dome kid |
I’m doin’time in the game like a bid |
movin’rhymes like a package |
so stigetty step up and get your nostrils damaged |
shootin', lickin', bustin', sprayin', all of that |
and then some, dead dead dead, one by one |
never step to a real man |
'cause your rhymes only work on a playground program |
they impress your little friends, bring you a little ends |
but you still you gotta ride in your mans benz |
word to hip-hop, I’m a blast ya gotta set you on fire 'cause I gassed ya boom, blow, Batman, bang, pow |
unh (what) unh (what), that’s the way it’s goin’down |
my new album ain’t no joke |
you wanna take me out, how many bunch ya smoke? |
I’ll never slack again, I’m off the job like the mob |
hey, no prob', many solved, on the knob, make 'em soft drob |
what you gotta deal with is real, made of steel |
you can feel it comin', burnin', buildin', flowin’like an eel |
movin', killin', breakin', servin’you just like a meal |
take off your clothes and taste the steel |
check baby |
rockabye baby on the roof top |
open up your mouth and taste my gallot |
when your jaw breaks your gold teeth will fall |
down will come the monkey, bannana clip and all |
splat (buck buck buck) it’s all over wit' |
another plan O.D.'ed over my war hit |
the way I’m workin’and jerkin’and hurtin’brothers converted |
non-beleivers get murdered, 'cause I waffle birded |
get your face out the bill, catch the thrill |
carry a nine put your hootchies on the bill |
the thought of you gettin’scared turns me on like my first telivision with my backup tip hard |
so where’s your mouth kid? |
where’s your heart shorty? |
it’s all over, cash your chips in, crack a forty |
you look thirsty, you ain’t gettin’no mercy mercy |
and ain’t no way that you can rehearse for me murder I wrote, murder I wrote, is what I figure |
it’s in my tote, it’s in my tote, so I pull the trigger |
put up your women, your crib, your speakers |
your dog, your cat, your crate, your speakers |
your sister, your aunt, your crew, your Knicks |
got 'em booin’all you mother rappers who think that’s too tough |
bam bam, here’s a hit you wish you had |
a hit that makes you mad, a hit that makes you slap your dad |
dead dead dead, kill dead, kill dead |
try to battle me I gots to buck you in your head |
I pull your file, click |
I know you’re good to style, blow |
livin’wild, when it’s come to this I never smile |
what did you learn from the lesson I just gave ya? |
obey your momma, be on your best behavior |
it’s never endin’and I am recommendin' |
you put your name as Brendan |
I see y’all that is blendin' |
the message that I’m sendin' |
is there ain’t no pretendin' |
get in the trunk, buy the album, here I’m endin' |
this is how I’m comin' |
how ya comin’baby? |