paroles de chanson Jack the Ripper - LL Cool J

Milky, and I'm back
My ace in the hole was this brand new track
I'ma slow it up and speed it up and now you're gonna eat it up
Listen to the funky beat, my tongue is gonna beat it up
I did it, but the devil didn't make me
I did it for the suckers who tried to shake and bake me
Proving a point, that I'm the serious joint
You can roll me up and puff me, and then I'll anoint

Your head wit' oil, lots of oil
Make it run like water, watch it boil
Cause I made 'em play it, made 'em say it
Made 'em okay it, made 'em obey it, huh
Prince of the growl is on the prowl
How You Like Me Now punk? You livin' foul
Here's what my game is, kill is what my aim is
A washed-up rapper needs a washer, my name is

Jack the Ripper
Jack-Jack-Jack the Ripper
Jack-Jack, Jack-Jack, Jack-Jack, Jack the Ripper
King Hercules!

Back for the payback, I must say that
I heard your new jam, I don't play that
It ain't loud enough punk, it ain't hittin'
This year you tried, next year ya quittin'
Last year you thought I was dying out
But again, and again, and again, without a doubt
It's the gangster boogie, the earthquake sound
Pump it up and play it so they hear it all around

I do it up rough, tough, I don't bluff
And this is an example of funky stuff
When you wanna make hits, you make 'em like this
They ain't like this, they don't hit, they miss
It's a strong record, a record for the strong
For those who appreciate real rap songs
Listen how, I won't allow, myself to go off track
Stay back, I got the power, I'm

Jack the Ripper
Jack-Jack-Jack the Ripper
Jack-Jack, Jack-Jack, Jack-Jack, Jack the Ripper
King Hercules!

Jack the Ripper, a man, not a myth
A-K-A James Todd Smith
Hard like penitentiary steel
Breaking necks while I flex my sex appeal
Homegirls in the house, c'mon
Homegirls in the house, give it up
You gotta, want to get hotter
Moving and grooving, and always improving a lot'a

People don't know how nice I am
He was sleeping, so now I gotta slice my man
Like ham in a pan, wrap him up in Saran
Kidnap him and slap him up inside of a van
While you're doing your dance I want you to make moves
No one out there thought you could do
You know my name and my game and what I'm here to do
Party people, lemme see if you can dance to

Jack the Ripper
Jack-Jack-Jack the Ripper
Jack-Jack, Jack-Jack, Jack-Jack, Jack the Ripper
King Hercules!

Break it down!
Break it down!
Break it down!
Yo Bob, show that old school sucker punk what real hip hop is boy

How Ya Like Me Now? I'm getting busier
I'm double platinum, I'm watching you get dizzier
Check out the way I say my, display my, play my
'J' on the back, behind the Cool, without the A-Y
I love to ride the groove because the groove is smooth
It makes me move and I'll improve
As it goes on, as it flows on
When you see me, don't ask if the show's on

How that sound? Don't came around, playing me close, brown
Pull on my jock to be down
You need to stay down, way down, because you're low down
Do that dance, the prince of rap is gonna throw down
Aimin' to please, while I'm killin' emcees
I'mma keep on hitting you with rough LPs
Day after day after day
You're smacked in the face by the bass of Cool J
I'm

Bob is, Bob is, Bob is, Bob is, Bob is rockin' the cut
Bob is, Bob is, Bob is, Bob is, Bob is rock, rock, rockin' the cut
What?
Bob is, Bob is, Bob is, rock, rock, rockin'
Who?
Jack the Ripper, the baddest around

I'm a beast on the microphone, a night stalker
A killing machine, a savage street talker
Jason wit' a axe, but I put it on wax
To eradicate the suckers who thought I had relaxed
It's the prince of hip hop, straight from Queens
Kickin' it mean, keepin' it clean
And you've never seen anybody rock the party
All you funky beat-aholics, this beat's Bacardi

I go to the show
And terrorize emcees, don't 'cha know
Moving my hand, like I'm playing the piano
Don't touch the dial, don't change the channel
Don't let me hear you say I ain't debonair
I'm better than any emcee out there
As a matter of fact, suckers can't compare
When I'm rockin' the mic people stop and stare, at