Ll Cool J - Rasta Imposter lyrics

[Intro:] What you got to do with it? What the f** you talkin about? What the f** you got to do with it? You stupid n***a? You stupid? Did you see that video, n***a? f** wrong with you? Like you don't, you don't know what you go to do with it. Like your f**in insane or something. (You f**in wack a** n***a) [laughing in background] [Verse One] Y'all f*ggots is weak, y'all starstruck n***as think sh** is sweet That busy signal bullsh** is dead up in the street Heard that garbage dough jam, made me reminisce On when heard your man's wack sh** and went to take up his Jealous f*ggot man cause I'm richer than y'all When I load my desertees, I'm picturin y'all On the streets of Queens where I was raised and born, hardcore And stood on every corner like a liquor store Clips full of hollowtips, follow loose lips Aimin at your clique and make em cough up my chips b**h, ya n***as wanna see if I'm ill? Wanna see how many rappers can be k**ed, how much blood can spill? When I inject this lyrical drill, if I can't do it, the dumb-dumbs will Tell that n***a to tell his man to tell that n***a I send the wolves to k** that n***a If you wanna know why, its cause I'm still that n***a Michael Jordan of all this rap sh**, pullin the trigger What the f**? You on a mission to self-destruct And have the nerve to let the chickenhead model cluck Your swervin n***a, better follow the white lines Your up on the sidewalk, off course, read the sign I'm so ill, y'all n***as is so wack Your whole crew is such, y'all lack the hard impact Far as your man go, I got young n***as that wanna get him Treat him like a Philly, wet'im and split'im [Chorus] L.L. don't lose n***as, we can do it however you choose n***a One on one or round up the crews n***a But Can-I-Blast you out your shoes n***a You know the rules n***a! [repeat] [Verse Two] Queens sh**, give me cream so I can grab my dick Sew that sh**, what the f** y'all n***as workin with? Backwards, a**-jerk, jumpin up out the woodwork Ridin my meat, tryin to critique my physique A real n***a wouldn't even mention my lips Can't believe you went there, no I know you a b**h Sugar-coated n***a, deep-throated n***a Young guns take a pull before they quote a n***a Yeah, I wrote it n***a for all my real live devoted n***as I'm a true and livin lyrically ill poet n***a So what you talkin bout? That sh**s supposed to be hot? Y'all n***as on the warpath, y'all takin over my block? I think not, matter of fact your not aloud to rap no more And if you hear this in the club sneak out the backdoor And if you bumpin in your ride make sure your windows is up and your tint's pa**ed the limit So they don't know a f*ggot's in it! I'm L.L. and I did this to you Teflon waitin for every n***a runnin with you Rhymes hit you, lace you up again and split you n***as ain't official thats why Mom Dukes miss you Tell your man bring it on, I'm only gettin warm Never die, never quit, and my money's long Punk a** crab n***a, talkin bout his lips Constantly involvin my name with that bullsh**! Why I diss you? You stepped up in the ring Ice jinglin in the video like you the next Don King And tell your man I know he got some lyrics in the stash But I'm the best that ever did it, now get this motheruckin a** Mic's too hot to hold, leave it in the sand So I can describe the picture with both hands You must not understand who's in command I got all the flavor, but y'all n***as is mad bland [Chorus] [Verse Three] I'll cut your f**in head off and leave it on your mom's dresser Then pay the pope a hundred thou to go and bless her You wanna test a lyrical teacher and professor? I bet y'all n***as fall off now that your under pressure I don't stress ya, yet still I must check ya Extort n***as for gettin f**ed up, stop and inspect ya f** wrong with you n***a? You can't do nothin to me If I put a slug in you on the low, you'd probably try to sue me Your girl blew me, I said "Now!" She said "Do me" Bust a nut in her face on tape to let the crew see Can't put dirt roll, n***a poppin sh** Underestimantin what Queens n***as'll do for chips I originated all this sh** The ice, the champagne, the b**hes on the dick That really don't apply to you crabs in a barrel Mic's my staff sendin you a message like Pharaoh Leave it alone or get swallowed in the sea The King of Hiphop is something you could never be My crown you'll never see, I'll rule forever, G I'll be goin platinum when you just a memory I'm the double L, capital C, double O With the seven upside down jakes slayin the clown What the f** wrong wit y'all n***as? You out your mind n***a? You better try to go beg Lauryn to come back or something f** wrong with you? [Chorus]