Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Throw Ya L's Up, artist - LL COOL J. Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Song language: English
Throw Ya L's Up |
| L!!! |
| Who bring you the hotness? |
| L!!! |
| Yo, you don’t wanna start with |
| L!!! |
| Forever keepin it locked |
| It’s now time to rock with — L!!! |
| — throw your L’s up |
| Don’t ever underestimate the Jack the Ripper |
| Be clear, every time he reappears, it’s sicker |
| Listen here, the mind expanded, the vision is slicker |
| I’m long range like a miss-ile, many styles to getcha |
| Tear ya out the frame so the hood can get the picture |
| But I’d rather break bread, kick knowledge and get some money witcha |
| I’m willin and able, to smooth pounds out like Witch Hazel |
| The legend is real, I’m not a fable |
| Captivated the screen, I’m Queens' Clark Gable |
| If it ain’t a joint, bet your label, don’t put it on the table |
| I’m out for the moolah, throw better hooks than David Tua |
| Who’s the nicest? |
| (L, YOU ARE!!) |
| — repeat 2X |
| You don’t want it with L, b’ship cats’ll get banged out |
| Put your flow throw a filter boy — shake the old slang out |
| 23's in the building, watch my tongue hang out |
| Makin MC’s scatter like multiple shots rang out |
| Day one since I came out, they can’t put the flame out |
| My temp seizin, perfect reason to blow the game out |
| Skatin off in the Navi, naw baby you can’t have me |
| But I know cats will pay for that 'n lace ya — yeah, gladly |
| Warning, young rappers, you don’t want a career? |
| Y’all wanna keep goin platinum, y’all don’t wanna disappear? |
| Stop boppin backstage like you causin me fear |
| Cause you startin to get on my nerves, and that’s a problem |
| The vet’s in here |
| — repeat 2X |
| Tension on the mic, halftime highlights |
| L Boogie bangin on 'em, jumpin through the skylight |
| You stand corrected, I’m hot, so get it riddight |
| I’m just spittin, when the middick is gripped, I spit it tiddight |
| Aight? |
| Oh, these various rappers is so hilarious |
| Who put the mic down but y’all ain’t qualified to carry this |
| Your, tracks are garbage and bars are miscellaneous |
| So, throwin your joint at my car was spontaneous |
| Oh! |
| I can’t take it, why, must they fake it |
| Flows is fully dressed, yours is butt naked |
| Forever I will be, the one they came to see |
| Blowin mics in half baby, who else could it be but |
| — repeat 4X |
| Uhh, I’m so hot (yeah) |
| We so hot (yeah) |
| Uhh, uhh, you so hot (I'm so hot) |
| Uhh, uhh, feel it hot (yeah) |
| Uhh, uhh, are you hot (you make me hot) |
| Uhh, uhh, I know I’m hot (oooh) |
| Uhh, uhh, are you hot (yes I’m hot) |
| Uhh, uhh, I know I’m hot — feel it! |
| (yeah) |