Lyrics What You Want - LL Cool J , Freeway
You
ice
grilling,
your
blood
spilling
Tell
me
little
homey,
what′s
the
reason?
(That
can
lead
to
Freeway
squeezing)
What
you
faking
for?
24's
peeling,
ain′t
no
sailing
Move
little
homey,
see
the
O.G.
leaning
{LL,
I
keep
birdies
fiending}
What
you
hating
for?
(What
you
want?)
{big
faces,
the
coupes
and
the
Lincs}
(What
you
get?)
{top
models
that
gargle
in
the
mink}
(Who
you
hit?)
{whoever
want
it,
I
take
it
to
the
brink}
{It's
funny,
but
I
need
the
Philly
money,
we
had
a
link}
{What
you
want?}
(cash
money,
the
jewels,
and
the
car)
{Who
you
hit?}
(everything
from
the
chickens
to
the
stars)
{Who
you
with?}
(you
rocking
with
the
president
of
future)
(The
whole
world
feeling,
that's
killing
′em
with
them
bars,
here
we
go)
Intoxicating,
got
grown
women
vibrating
So
nervous
that
our
service
is
dilating
On
purpose,
so
her
man
know
I′m
violating
L
shirtless
now
scrams
on
the
wire
hating
Yeah,
I'm
captivating,
boy,
leaving
′em
baking
When
the
microphone
is
vacant,
I'm
tired
of
waiting
Big
shoes
to
fill
don′t
get
it
confused
I
will
get
gutter
on
'em,
my
beats
is
crispy
My
bars
is
like
butter
on
′em,
with
a
udder
on
'em
So
if
you
pimp,
we
even
and
bust
a
scudder
on
'em
Mighty
L,
the
biggest,
I
mean
rap
religious
Hit
every
country
of
the
world,
made
′em
all
dig
us
I
got
a
vendetta,
I
must
blend
cheddar
I
use
a
pen
with
the
steel,
never
been
better
There
never
will
be
one
to
out
skill
me
It′s
nothing
you
can
tell
me,
it's
like
God
built
me
(Kick
in
the
door)
Yeah
I
rhyme
for
the
legend
Stay
strapped
I′mma
bring
with
the
weapons
(They
fell
asleep
in
the
getaway
car,
they
half
stepping)
(7)
6 (5)
4 (3)
2 (1,
this
my
12th
album,
but
your
man's
not
diz-one)
This
my
second
album,
but
your
boy′s
not
slipping
(Queens
in
the
building)
Philly
is
where
I'm
friz-om
(Let
me
get
siz-ome,
make
sure
she
kiz-um)
(Bush
is
the
prez,
but
I
voted
for
Shirley
Tiz-um)
Me
and
L,
same
track,
it
gotta
be
craz′
It's
like,
he's
Shaq
and
I′m
Dwayne
Wade
{both:
now
let′s
go!}
Philly
Freeway
is
hard
as
hell
Battle
anybody,
pull
a
trigger,
catch
a
body
Yup,
lose
your
breath,
don't
mess
with
the
shottie
Put
the
burner
to
your
mami,
then
I
rock
her
bells
It′s
young
Freeway
on
the
go
I'm
on
the
speedboat,
jeez,
don′t
sit
in
the
cell
Only
for
a
second,
then
they
get
they
bell
When
I
put
the
freeze
on,
you
gon'
need
your
coats
It′s
a
cold
one,
you
gonna
need
your
toast
But
me
and
L
O.G.'s
oas
for
winning
Your
body
moms,
Swiss
cheeses
with
us,
and
they
no
Teasing
with
us,
she
break
us
off,
she
trynna
please
us
both
Chicks
argue
then
I
leave
'em
broke
I′m
just
a
′boy
in
the
hood'
like
Jody
Breeze
The
bundle
book
still
owe
cheese
And
the
haters
on
the
block
wanna
see
me
broke
Yeah
I
know
they
wanna
see
me
smoke
But
I′m
the
person
who
the
smoke
and
can't
open
your
V
Then
I
go,
crack
open
the
O.E.
The
don
heron
flow
keeping
it
potent,
let′s
go
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