paroles de chanson Ringtone M... - LL Cool J , Grandmaster Caz
Clap
ya
hands
and
to
the
beat,
ya′ll
Because
the
heat'll
make
you,
clap
ya
hands
and
say
You
go
the
one
for
the
cash,
two
for
the
safe
(This
is
ring
tone
murder)
Let′s
dog
the
place
My
bars
are
like
a
bullet,
blow
your
head
right
off
Hate
on
the
trigger,
pull
it,
give
your
mouth
a
night
off
Give
your
sound
man
a
c-note
to
cut
your
mic
off
The
promoters
need
me,
nigga,
you
just
a
write-off
After
that,
hit
the
dress
room,
turn
the
lights
off
Score
on
the
fourth
broad,
let
her
break
my
pipe
off
I
used
the
word
'off'
seven
times
in
a
rhyme
You
dumb
enough
to
think
I
got
a
limited
mind
But
before
you
start
tweaking,
critiquing,
pressing
rewind
Einstein
understand,
that
your
third
eye′s
blind
You
lack
creativity,
that′s
why
you
don't
sign
They
calling
me
a
genius,
it′s
about
time
I'm
like
the
tattoos
on
your
mama′s
behind
I
bounce
up
and
down,
and
at
the
end
I'mma
sign
And
I
will
humiliate
anybody
that
want
it
I′m
back
on
stop,
it
hurts
little
homey,
don't
it?
It's
obvious
these
clowns
don′t
know
who
I
am
Most
who
didn′t
get
the
message,
nigga,
check
the
spam
Get
your
facts
right,
take
your
dick
out
your
hand
No
homo,
but
you
probably
on
the
low-low,
damn
They
call
Uncle
L,
I'm
from
the
north
side
of
Queens
Now
you
looking
at
me,
like
what
does
that
mean
It
means
I
crush
you
and
every
coward
in
between
For
sounding
like
girls
with
them
sweet
sixteens
And
I
don′t
give
a
fuck
about
who's
old
or
young
From
what
I
hear,
the
graveyard
got
room
for
everyone
Test
Big
Ellie,
come
and
get
your
head
sprung
Which
coffin
you
want,
the
blue
or
the
red
one?
I
ain′t
gang
banging,
that
ain't
the
muthafuckin′
point
The
point
is,
I
spark
these
niggas
like
dust
joints
The
point
is
you
gon'
pay
me
what
you
owe
me
plus
points
Listen
to
the
sound
of
revenge,
it's
my
voice
Run
around
talking
bout
I′m
twice
ya
age
But
I
was
rich
at
17,
you
got
some
shit
to
explain
Rap
game′s
like
a
movie,
niggas
playing
the
role
But
your
poker
game's
too
weak,
you′re
forced
to
fold
All
this
hating
and
debating
shit,
made
me
cold
Ready
to
blast,
separate
ya
body
from
your
soul
Conniving
ass
cowards
get
dropped
in
a
hole
These
niggas
is
shook
like
Pinky's
ass
on
the
pole
I′m
the
bridge
over
troubled
water,
pay
my
toll
I'm
the
rules
to
the
game,
you
obey
my
code
I′m
the
center
of
the
bomb,
I'm
the
part
that
explodes
You
are
not
hip
hop,
nigga,
go
write
for
Vogue
You
are
not
a
king
nor
prince,
you
just
a
toad
You
ain't
a
G,
you
a
ho,
you
sweeter
than
Rocky
Road
Battle
anybody,
who
want
it?
Let
me
know
I
just
had
another
birthday,
nigga,
more
dough
1 Get Over Here
2 It's Time For War
3 Old School New School
4 Feel My Heart Beat
5 Baby
6 You Better Watch Me
7 Cry
8 Baby (Rock Remix)
9 Rocking With The G.O.A.T.
10 Ringtone M...
11 Like A Radio
12 I Fall In Love
13 Ur Only A Customer
14 Mr. President
15 American Girl
16 Speedin On Da Highway/Exit 13
17 Come And Party With Me
18 We Rollin'
19 Dear Hip Hop
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