paroles de chanson No Airplay - LL Cool J
Intro:
Y'all
wanna
put
it
on
tape
and
do
all
the
real
[backwards]?
Ya
just
wanna
go
straight
to
dat?
aight
You
don't
wanna
mix
it
or
nuttin?
aight
let's
do
it
You
want
me
to
do
the
hook
part
too?
Check
it
out
uhh,
check
it
out
uhh
Yeah
it's
that
uncle
l
[backwards],
you
know,
word
up
Ain't
no
doubt
about
this,
I'm
settin
this
[backwards]
right
in
here
Yeah
yeah
yeah,
I'm
gonna
sex
this
up,
yeah
go
like
this
here
Check
it
out
Verse
1:
I'm
beatin
[backwards]
against
the
[backwards]
up
out
their
boots
Flame
throwin
their
troops,
they
can't
recoup
from
drinkin
acid
soup
Spectacular,
benacular,
miraculous
raw
[backwards]
Scooped
off
the
concrete
to
make
a
hit
Tearin
[backwards]
out
the
hinges,
competition
cringes
In
the
trenches,
killin
for
mere
inches
Word
to
mama,
I
tongue
kiss
a
piranha
Electricute
a
barricuda
for
tryin
to
bring
the
drama
I
get
more
ass
than
a
toilet
seat
So
put
your
ballerina
shoes
on
and
tiptoe
down
my
[backwards]
Your
mother[backwards]
deathwish
will
be
soloist
R-double
o-k-i-e
you
ain't
stylish
It's
mother[backwards]
arson
from
here
to
parsons
You're
[backwards]
dawson,
it's
murder,
when
I
step
in
the
door
run
For
your
mother[backwards]
life,
get
ghost
Or
taste
the
toast
and
get
your
[backwards]
hung
on
a
goalpost
Startin
at'cha
neck
to
check
ya
for
respect
Ya
back
get
snapped,
your
lower
spine
gets
wet
Hips
get
ripped
and
then
your
thighs
start
to
slide
I'm
up
thru
[backwards]hole
and
[backwards]
up
your
inside
Hook:
And
don't
be
gettin
no
airplay
A
jam
that'cha
love,
a
jam
that'cha
love
It's
a
jam
that'cha
love
that
don't
be
gettin
no
airplay
A
jam
that'cha
love,
a
jam
that'cha
love
Verse
2:
Yeah,
the
rugged
ass
style
I
possess
They
got
the
[backwards]
goin
from
bel
air
to
baggin
up
sess
[Backwards]!
mother[backwards]
right
[backwards]
in
his
corn
You
shoulda
never
put
me
on
this
mic,
you
was
warned
I
got
[backwards]
chasin
behind
my
path
for
garbage
bags
Hopin
to
bring
in
to
throw
old
rhyme
to
one
of
da
fags
Huh,
I'm
on
my
mother[backwards]
game
like
dat
I
put
it
in
your
chest
and
make
your
heart
go
flat
All
the
mother[backwards]
tracks
in
the
world
can't
save
ya
When
I
drop
these
chains
on
ya
brain
and
enslave
ya
Once
you
was
on
a
pedestal
now
ya
gettin
ridiculed
[Backwards]
is
critical,
we're
fightin
at
the
pinnacle
I'm
burnin
[backwards]
like
a
cracker
do
a
cross
Ain't
no
three-in-a-row
tic
tac
toe,
this
is
a
real
flow
boss
Makin
[backwards]
understand
my
language
Then
they
rap
and
vanish
and
camouflage
the
damage
Interlude:
To
whom
it
may
concern,
youknowhuti'msayin?
We're
gonna
do
this
right
here,
word
is
bond,
huh
huh
Cos
it's
a
jam
that
you
love
that
don't
be
gettin
no
airplay
(A
jam
that'cha
love
that
don't
be
gettin
no
airplay)
I
wanna
do
that
one
right
yo
Verse
3:
To
whom
it
may
concern
on
this
mother[backwards]
test
I
got
the
zest
to
clip
ya
thru
ya
vest
Little
shortys
with
big
40's
talkin
loud,
actin
proud
Blaow!
now
ya
chokin
off
a
black
cloud
Rollin
el's
til
your
brain
swells
Inhale
deep
sleep
and
dust
me
off
them
old
ass
rock
the
bells
You
mother[backwards],
you
fruitcakes,
you
fakin
jacks
You
[backwards]
don't
want
it,
I'm
burnin
up
the
wax
I'm
a
trailblazin,
gun
totin,
renegade
Black
ass
new
york
[backwards]
choppin
like
a
blade
Bullshinanigans,
country
ass
mannequins
Mother[backwards]
frontin
and
I
bet
you
ain't
no
slam
again
Yeah
what?
I
siad
it
and
[backwards]
sweat
it
What?
you
catch
a
heat-seekin
missile
in
ya
gut
Outro:
Ha
ha,
word
is
bond
yo
It's
a
jam
that'cha
love
that
don't
be
gettin
no
airplay
Yeah,
ha
ha,
word
is
bond
Y'knowhuti'msayin?
I'm
catchin
mother[backwards]
wreck
in
here,
Knowi'msayin?
[Backwards]
to
all
them
rookies,
[backwards]
word
up
ha
ha
Yo
I
got
the
laugh,
word,
knowi'msayin?
And
sometimes
[backwards]
skill
boys,
you
just
gotta
laugh
at
Mother[backwards]
Ha
ha,
yeah
uhh
A
jam
that'cha
love
that
don't
be
gettin
no
airplay
A
jam
that'cha
love,
a
jam
that'cha
love
Yeah,
I
wanna
shout
it
out
to
my
mother[backwards]
[backwards]
around
Farmers
My
[backwards]
zeus,
knowi'msayin?
my
mother
[backwards]
minnan
right
Diddere
Spit
at
the
tissturn
t-t-t-tables
all
l
willing
a-a-a-able,
Youknowi'msayin?
Get
mad
busy
in
this
[backwards],
y'knowi'msayin?
My
[backwards]
don't
give
a
[backwards],
word
up
Set
that
[backwards]
off
right,
uhh
1 The Intro - Skit
2 Make It Hot
3 Hip Hop
4 Hey Lover
5 Doin' It
6 Life As...
7 I Shot Ya
8 Mr. Smith
9 No Airplay
10 Loungin
11 Hollis To Hollywood
12 God Bless
13 Get The Drop On Em
14 Prelude - Skit
15 Papa Luv It
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