Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Phenomenon, artist - LL COOL J. Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Song language: English
Phenomenon |
| Ah ah |
| Baby girl was draped in Chanel |
| Said she love Tupac but hates some LL |
| Seen her at the bar with anklets and toe rings |
| She can take a prince, turn him into a king |
| I was looking at her in the limelight, pearly whites |
| Said her man get paper but he don’t live right |
| All these emotions flowing inside the club |
| Do you really wanna thug or do ya want love? |
| She gets the paper when it’s time to get it on |
| She keeps these clowns thinking like Jack B. Quick |
| Honey smoke make you click, feel it in their throats |
| No joke all this love, let it stay broke out |
| Behind every playa is a true playette |
| Bounce you up, outta there, push and check |
| Taster’s choice, have you nice and moist |
| Or play paper games or floss the rolls royce |
| Something like a phenomenon |
| (uh huh) (go ahead daddy) |
| He was king of seduction, cop a suction |
| Now she was the cat that worked construction |
| Starve her with the paper, abuse the mind |
| Dis a new lover, when you know it’s on mine |
| that’s on top, lap dancin got to stop |
| You play out your chick cause your game is hot |
| I give you two, Italian, ice my whole crew |
| He’s banging on my chest till it’s black and blue |
| You beefin, yellin on the cell of my 6 |
| You reach it then you hear the cordless click |
| Now your club hopping, keep the Cristal poppin |
| Use my chips and take the next man shoppin |
| Hell no, must be out Chicago |
| on your knees and your elbows each and every time |
| That’s why I love you mami, you |
| Run your mouth though your legs over the bed baby |
| Work me out |
| Something like a phenomenon |
| (uh huh) (go ahead daddy) |
| He was all souped up, but played it just right |
| Mami I was full blown, my game was air tight |
| I needed to switch up and get it in gear |
| It’s a whole new movie, a world premiere, yeah yeah |
| Keep it jinglin, no more minglin |
| A brand new year, me and you can bring it in |
| I’m sick and tired of the freakin, night to morn' |
| Moanin in the mirror with my cubans on |
| Let bygones be bygones, no more games |
| Hope all the chickenheads go up in flames |
| Now we in the brand new mansion, with the lake in back |
| Got it all figured out, mami I like that |
| Collect tips, cop his and her whips |
| The voice a quarter mil'-on, close the safe |
| But you’re worth it playgirl, it’s real in the field |
| Say what you want, but keep your lips sealed |
| Something like a phenomenon |
| (uh huh) (go ahead daddy) |