| My radio, believe me, I like it loud
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| I’m the man with the box that can rock the crowd
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| Walkin' down the street, to the hardcore beat
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| While my JVC vibrates the concrete
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| I’m sorry if you can’t understand
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| But I need a radio inside my hand
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| Don’t mean to offend other citizens
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| But I kick my volume way past 10
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| My story is rough, my neighbourhood is tough
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| But I still sport gold, and I’m out to crush
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| My name is Cool J, I devastate the show
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| But I couldn’t survive without my radio
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| Terrorising my neighbours with the heavy bass
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| I keep the suckas in fear by the look on my face
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| My radio’s bad from the Boulevard
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| I’m a hip-hop gangster and my name is Todd
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| Just stimulated by the beat, bust out the rhyme
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| Get fresh batteries if it won’t rewind
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| Cos I play everyday, even on the subway
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| I woulda got a summons but I ran away
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| I’m the leader of the show, keepin' you on the go
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| But I know I can’t live without my radio
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| Suckas on my jock when I walk down the block
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| I really don’t care if you’re jealous or not
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| Cos I make the songs, you sing along
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| And your radio’s def when my record’s on
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| So get off the wall, become involved
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| All your radio problems have now been solved
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| My treacherous beats make ya ears respond
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| And my radio’s loud like a fire alarm
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| The floor vibrates, the walls cave in
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| The bass makes my eardrums seem thin
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| Def sounds in my ride, yes the front and back
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| You would think it was a party, not a Cadillac
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| Cos I drive up to the ave, with the windows closed
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| And my bass is so loud, it could rip your clothes
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| My stereo’s thumpin' like a savage beast
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| The level on my power meter will not decrease
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| Suckas get mad, cos the girlies scream
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| And I’m still gettin' paid while you look at me mean
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| I’m the leader of the show, keepin' you on the go
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| But I know I can’t live without my radio
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| I’m the leader of the show, keepin' you on the go
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| And I know I can’t live without my radio
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| Don’t touch that dial, I’ll be upset
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| Might go into a fit and rip off your neck
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| Cos the radio’s thumpin' when I’m down to play
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| I’m the royal chief rocker LL Cool J
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| Let your big butt bounce from right to left
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| Cos it’s a actual fact this jam is def
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| Most definitely created by me
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| Goin' down in radio history
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| I’m good to go on your radio
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| And I’m cold gettin' paid cos Rick said so
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| Make the woofers wallop and your tweeters twitch
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| Some jealous knuckleheads might try to dis
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| But it’s nuthin', ya frontin', ya girl I am stuntin'
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| And my radio’s loud enough to keep you gruntin'
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| My name is Cool J, I’m from the rock
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| Circulating through your radio non-stop
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| I’m lookin' at the wires behind the cassette
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| And now I’m on the right, standing on the eject
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| Wearin' light blue Pumas, a whole lotta gold
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| And jams like these keep me in control
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| I’m the leader of the show, keepin' you on the go
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| And I know I can’t live without my radio
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| Your energy level starts to increase
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| As my big beat is slowly released
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| I’m on the radio and at the jam
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| LL Cool J is who I am
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| I’mma make ya dance, boogie down and rock
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| And you’ll scratch and shake to my musical plot
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| And to expand my musical plan
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| Cut Creator, rock the beat with your hands
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| That’s right, so don’t try to front the move
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| As you become motivated by the funky groove
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| You can see me and Earl chillin' on the block
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| With my box cold kickin' with the gangster rock
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| See people can’t stop me, neither can the police
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| I’m a musical maniac to say the least
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| For you and your radio I made this for
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| Cool J’s here to devastate once more
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| Pullin' all the girls, takin' out MCs
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| If ya try to disrespect me, I just say Please!
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| Here to command the hip-hop land
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| Kick it live with a box inside my hand
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| I’m the leader of the show, keepin' you on the go
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| But I know I can’t live without my radio
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| Farmers Boulevard, yeah, you know that’s where me and E hang out, cool out,
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| you know what I’m sayin'? |
| That’s where the crib’s at |