Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Smokin' Dopin', artist - LL COOL J. Album song Walking With A Panther, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1988
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Smokin' Dopin' |
Yeah. |
Smokin, dopin, keep your ears open |
Put me on the flier and I’m guaranteed to rope in twenty-thousand people to the place that I play at And have em even sayin how could someone say that |
they’re as good as the man who just saw |
Please give me some more |
of those hoopin, scoopin, rhymes you be troopin |
If you don’t know the new dance, Patti Duke’n |
Clap your hands, stomp your feet, snap your fingers |
I’m snatchin airplay, from all you AIDS catchin singers |
It’s a, special delivery on your front step |
My picture’s on the cover and the rhymes are in effect |
Cause, I love to lay down, joints for the playground |
And have you OD’n sayin, y’know, J sound |
righteous, the brother did what he had to I didn’t talk about this, so I had you |
sleepin, breathin sayin yo he ain’t keepin |
his promise to astonish, from weekend to weekend |
But here it is, the jam of all jams |
And from this day forth, MC’s are gettin slammed |
with the |
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh — ahh |
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh — ahh |
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh — ahh |
Uhh, aww yeah! |
I’m the wise wizard of the microphone swingin it Here’s a mean joint, all the hip-hoppers are singin it Doin a dance in tight bike pants |
So get up on it (HOE!) you’ll only get one chance |
to work out, the soreness in your muscles |
Do your own thing, even the hustle |
MC’s I’ma torture, that’s already known |
But while I’m torturin them, I’ma leave you alone |
so you can bump, grind, and rub up against your partner |
And look wild like you’re tryin to get a part in a dirty movie on the hip-hop tip |
Now tell me (tell you what?) that brother L ain’t tryin to flip |
with the |
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh — ahh |
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh — ahh |
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh — ahh |
Uhh, aww yeah! |
Movin, groovin, admit that you’ve been |
shocked and rocked and I’m on top and it’s been proven |
I’m self-reliant, on stage I’m defiant |
All those rumors are small things to a giant |
I’m not a cool calm, collected type of brother |
I’m kind of hype that’s why I’m a good lover |
In bed I’m energetic, kind of like a freight train |
Goin so crazy I have the girlies sayin, Wait James! |
I do damage — use the beef to build a sandwich |
And when I’m done, she’ll be sayin, How did you manage |
to make me feel pleasure from my toes to my head? |
On top of that, you ran laps around the bed |
So bust out the pumped up funk that I’m revealin |
and listen to it, while you’re in your car wheelin |
On on your Walkman as you’re starin at the ceiling |
Or when you and your love is sex-appealin |
to the |
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh — ahh |
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh — ahh |
KnowhatI’msayin? |
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh — ahh |
It’s like a smooth joint, youknowhatImean? |
Uhh, aww yeah! |
Real mellow, on the love tip, check it out |
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh — ahh |
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh — ahh |
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh — ahh |
Uhh, aww yeah! |
Marvelous! |