paroles de chanson Another Dollar - LL Cool J
AKA
John
Mickens
AKA
John
Mickens
AKA
John
Mickens
I'm
the
king
I
floss
rings,
the
new
John
Mickens
Uhh,
I'm
stayin'
rich
and
keep
the
haters
bitchin'
From
New
York
to
Richmond,
my
shine
is
sickenin'
Ice
drips,
frost
bits,
so
forfeit
I
got
to
rewrite
this
mackin'
game,
baby
Layin'
in
the
barber
shop,
knowin'
haters
is
shady
Maybe,
they
sex
young
chicks
and
whips
But
I
got
Lesbo
Combos
ridin'
stick-shifts
For
no
chips,
I'm
seein'
four
to
eight
lips
Let
me
tell
ya
'bout
my
life-style,
players
and
chips,
sick
Mr.Smith,
the
rarest
breed
Separate
the
dimes
from
'hoes
like
chronic
seeds
Miraculous
lyrical
swiftness
Practice
this,
stop
bein'
actresses
On
mattresses
with
your
legs
up
in
the
air
Splash
the
crisp
John
Micks,
a
millionaire
Anutha
day,
anutha
dolla
Anutha
day,
anutha
dolla
Anutha
day,
anutha
dolla
Anutha
day,
anutha
dolla
My
fortune
five
hundred
is
fully
funded
Joints
I
pumps,
gives
my
pockets
the
mumps
I'm
the
glossiest
and
the
costliest
Feel
the
force
of
this
lyrical
arsonist
Hotter
than
a
yacht
with
Rottweillers
Chicks
in
choppers
with
they
thong
sittin'
proper
The
crisp
poppa
bringin'
drama
like
soap
operas
The
show
stopper
if
you
playas
don't
flow
proper
I'm
the
jiggliest,
bitch,
shit
the
wittiest
Wonderin'
why
cats
front
on
who's
the
williest
Chill,
relax,
you
cats
will
fall
Ten
mill,
ten
plaques
upon
my
wall
You
stall,
mix
large,
I
see
y'all
Mash
ya
like
roaches
then
cop
diamond
broaches
Super
calla
never
mind
the
alladocious
Sin
the
fellas,
get
blazed
and
you
can
quote
this
Anutha
day,
anutha
dolla
Anutha
day,
anutha
dolla
Anutha
day,
anutha
dolla
Anutha
day,
anutha
dolla
I'm
the
M
C
that
you
strive
to
be
Competition
is
dead,
'coz
ain't
none
of
all
live
as
me
Handsome
moody,
I
keep
it
raw,
baby
So
save
all
the
good
fella
Scorsese
So
iced
up,
they
call
me
Mount
Everest
The
many
get
honey
ways
draped
over
my
headrest
I
run
game
from
Fort
Green
to
Maine
I
keep
ya
head
noddin'
like
dope
is
in
your
vein
Hail
to
the
king
Cajone
Jing
a
ling
I
buy
ya
clicks
loyalty
with
one
Pinkie
ring
Gotta
be
above
average
to
grow
Cabbage
I
wreack
Havoc,
do
damage
Don't
have
it
techniques
up
to
par
You,
get
ya
black
ass
looped
like
Mardi
Grass
Chick
soup
too
hittin'
me
off
in
yo'
car
Blaze
her
in
the
alley
'coz
she
actin'
Bourgeoisie
Anutha
day,
anutha
dolla
Anutha
day,
anutha
dolla
Anutha
day,
anutha
dolla
Anutha
day,
anutha
dolla
Man
it's
hard
bein'
the
king,
baby
But
someone's
gotta
do
it,
haha
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