Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Jingling Baby , by - LL COOL J. Release date: 26.08.1990
Song language: English
Jingling Baby |
| They call me Uncle L, Future of the Funk |
| Records I recorded minus all the junk |
| People spread gossip and believe what they must |
| while I slam dunk and make em bite the dust |
| A minute is needed to make a phony roni bleed |
| and put him in a bucket like it’s chicken feed |
| Check out the — pick of the litter, not a quitter, I’m nice y’all |
| and I’ma dust you off and dust you off twice |
| You never heard this so observant all hysterical fan- |
| -natics of the Asiatic miracle man |
| Prominent, dominant, McCoy and I’m Real |
| If you’re another brother’s fan? |
| Forget how you feel |
| cause he’s so-so, I got the instinct |
| They call me Deputy Dog, now put your in the clink |
| Innovating, devestating, and dope on the single now |
| let me see your earrings jingle |
| I chopped you, chewed you, baked you and you |
| That you pop, you need to stop, you’re kind of rude you |
| no good tryin to base |
| How we livin Holmes? |
| Get out my face! |
| I’m complete, in effect, and I can’t fall |
| I rise, suprise, and I advise you all |
| to stand back and peep, don’t sleep or doubt |
| My skill’ll get ill, I turn the mother out |
| I’m top-notch, you’re still playin hop-scotch |
| Now I’ma do ya while the party people watch |
| You’re real funny, you really try to go for yours |
| But I know why: you ain’t had no dough before |
| So you tried and lied to drain my fame |
| This ain’t a game, yo, you know my name |
| Forget all the MC’s who like to mingle |
| Yo baby, let me see your earrings jingle |
| When you first walked in, I ain’t know what to think |
| You grabbed the microphone like your don’t stink |
| And tried to run down that; |
| I can’t get over that |
| you were sayin — you call that a battle rap? |
| How you gonna go against an army with a handgun? |
| I’m Cool J, yo you don’t understand, son |
| I’m a legend, on top of that I’m livin |
| Now you look stupid like that Ms. Givens |
| Whoever geesed you up; |
| nah, how should I say it? |
| Whoever set you up, they knew just how to play it Cause man, YO, I feel for you brother |
| I’m a baaaaaad… (Word to my mother!) |
| Takin out suckers while the ladies pucker |
| and rollin over like a redneck trucker |
| Innovatin, devastatin, and dope on a single, now |
| Lemme see your earrings jingle |
| Yeah baby, you know what I mean? |
| You like be jinglin crazy, word |
| (yeah yeah yeah) |
| All over this funky beat |
| You be like jinglin, and your earrings be jinglin |
| and shakin all over the place and all (mm-hmm) |
| It’s like real, it’s real wild to me honey yaknahwhatImean? |
| The way you be jinglin, worrrrrrd |
| Can’t believe you tried to grip the same mic as me Your grip’s too weak, you can’t hold it, B You can dream of makin progress and gettin this nice |
| but when I roll up, it’s like Hip Hop Vice |
| I serve to curbs, I never swerve I’m superb |
| Every word you heard played tricks on your nerves |
| You played your hand, lost track of your plan |
| When I show up, I blow up, end of story, my man |
| I’m a play you like a poker chip, that’s what you get |
| I bet your fret, sweat, and regret you met |
| the titan of fightin, excitin when writin, you triflin toy-boy |
| I gotta enlighten, so start bitin |
| You know you can’t create and get mean like this |
| when I’m on the court, G, it’s strictly SWISSSSHHHH! |
| When it’s all over, said and done, my friend |
| they say, «That just scored again» |
| So take a step back, give me some room to wreck shop |
| Here’s your token back, you’re gettin off at the next stop |
| I’ma deliver and give a speech with vigor |
| I drink some Olde E and start waxin |