to out skill me It's nothing you can tell me, it's like God built me [Chorus] [Freeway (LL Cool J)] (1) 2 (3) 4 (5) 6 (7) (Kick in the door) Yeah I
't live without my radio Verse 4 Your energy level starts to increase As my big beat is slowly released I'm on the radio and at the jam LL Cool J is
+, I'm +Loungin'+ +Goin' Back to Cali+, cop a crib on the mountain Strobelights jumpin off, birdies is bouncin +(4)-to-the-3-2-1+, he stopped countin
tell you what all this means From Farmers Boulevard in St. Albans, Queens There's a lyrical technician who came to play Number one b-boy L.L. COOL J All
3/4X [LL Cool J] Rappers are my servants, they serve me like an emperor When I'm through, you'll need a nurse to take your temperature and cool you
(LL Cool J) 1, 2, 3 ?o? clock 4 ?o? clock ROCK 5, 6, 7 ?o? clock 8 ?o? clock ROCK 9, 10, 11 ?o? clock 12 ?o? clock ROCK Gonna ROCK (What?) ROCK, ROCK
And you'll get smacked like a baseball by B-Bonds, I'm to the point I can kill a nigga with 3 lines, Watch this-with 3 lines, We got to tossin the blunt
hustle me Yeah, and hip hop man ain't no 401K I got my MPC I'll see you one day [Verse 2: Rob Base] ("Hit it!") I'm still here, still flippin flows
how? To rhyme first Of course you rap last, so you can show off your skirt I guess it didn't work on "4 3 2 1" You got out done by Canibus the young gun
the roadie, you don't... seven members, seven members, that's it. That's all you got. Eight! Eight! Lick a shot-shot. Boom 5 4 3 2 1 wanna make you jump
come from Cleveland is the city- City that we come from [Verse 1: Krayzie] Nigga wuz born and brought up in Cleveland Cool quiet just like my daddy When
come from Cleveland is the city- City that we come from [Verse 1: Krayzie] Nigga wuz born and brought up in Cleveland Cool quiet just like my daddy
...} Oh oh oh oh oh oh! Five O! {I just put these things on my car man! I told you!} [Verse 1: Swizz Beatz] Once you hear the police hatin (Hatin) Cause
Verse 4: FM - J-Splif] It's a jungle in this building from the window to the wall (wall) Turn the music up let's rock the party cause it's on (on) My game is through the roof like j-j
[Intro:] [Run & D.M.C] The microphone master DMC Causes 1, 2, 3, 4 casualties You'll be praisin D down on your knees Cos I'm poppin, and droppin, stoppin