Jingling Baby Lyrics
| Song | Jingling Baby |
| Artist | LL Cool J |
| Album | All World: Greatest Hits |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : LL Cool J & Dwayne Simon & Brian Latture & D. Coffey | |
| (They're jinglin, baby) Go 'head, baby | |
| [LL Cool J] | |
| They call me Uncle L, Future of the Funk | |
| Records I recorded minus all the junk | |
| People spread gossip and believe what they must | |
| while I slam dunk {fags} and make em bite the dust | |
| A minute is needed to make a phony roni bleed | |
| and put him in a bucket like it's chicken feed | |
| Check out the - pick of the litter, not a quitter, I'm nice y'all | |
| and I'ma dust you off and dust you off twice | |
| You never heard this so observant all hysterical fan- | |
| -natics of the Asiatic miracle man | |
| Prominent, dominant, McCoy and I'm Real | |
| If you're another brother's fan? Forget how you feel | |
| cause he's so-so, I got the instinct | |
| They call me Deputy Dog, now put your {ass} in the clink | |
| Innovating, devestating, and dope on the single now | |
| let me see your earrings jingle | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [LL Cool J] | |
| I chopped you, chewed you, baked you and {fucked} you | |
| That {shit} you pop, you need to stop, you're kind of rude you | |
| no good {niggaboo} tryin to base | |
| How we livin Holmes? Get out my face! | |
| I'm complete, in effect, and I can't fall | |
| I rise, suprise, and I advise you all | |
| to stand back and peep, don't sleep or doubt | |
| My skill'll get ill, I turn the mother out | |
| I'm top-notch, you're still playin hop-scotch | |
| Now I'ma do ya while the party people watch | |
| You're real funny, you really try to go for yours | |
| But I know why: you ain't had no dough before | |
| So you tried and lied to drain my fame | |
| This ain't a game, yo, you know my name | |
| Forget all the MC's who like to mingle | |
| Yo baby, let me see your earrings jingle | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [LL Cool J] | |
| When you first walked in, I ain't know what to think | |
| You grabbed the microphone like your {shit} don't stink | |
| And tried to run down that; I can't get over that | |
| {bullshit} you were sayin - you call that a battle rap? | |
| How you gonna go against an army with a handgun? | |
| I'm Cool J, yo you don't understand, son | |
| I'm a legend, on top of that I'm livin | |
| Now you look stupid like that {bitch} Ms. Givens | |
| Whoever geesed you up; nah, how should I say it? | |
| Whoever set you up, they knew just how to play it | |
| Cause man, YO, I feel for you brother | |
| I'm a baaaaaad... (Word to my mother!) | |
| Takin out suckers while the ladies pucker | |
| and rollin over {niggaz} like a redneck trucker | |
| Innovatin, devastatin, and dope on a single, now | |
| Lemme see your earrings jingle | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [LL Cool J] | |
| Yeah baby, you know what I mean? | |
| You like be jinglin crazy, word | |
| (yeah yeah yeah) | |
| All over this funky beat | |
| You be like jinglin, and your earrings be jinglin | |
| and shakin all over the place and all (mm-hmm) | |
| It's like real, it's real wild to me honey yaknahwhatImean? | |
| The way you be jinglin, worrrrrrd | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [LL Cool J] | |
| Can't believe you tried to grip the same mic as me | |
| Your grip's too weak, you can't hold it, B | |
| You can dream of makin progress and gettin this nice | |
| but when I roll up, it's like Hip Hop Vice | |
| I serve to curbs, I never swerve I'm superb | |
| Every word you heard played tricks on your nerves | |
| You played your hand, lost track of your plan | |
| When I show up, I blow up, end of story, my man | |
| I'm a play you like a poker chip, that's what you get | |
| I bet your fret, sweat, and regret you met | |
| the titan of fightin, excitin when writin, you triflin toy-boy | |
| I gotta enlighten, so start bitin | |
| You know you can't create and get mean like this | |
| when I'm on the court, G, it's strictly SWISSSSHHHH! | |
| When it's all over, said and done, my friend | |
| they say, "That {bad motherfucker} just scored again" | |
| So take a step back, give me some room to wreck shop | |
| Here's your token back, you're gettin off at the next stop | |
| I'ma deliver and give a speech with vigor | |
| I drink some Olde E and start waxin {niggaz} | |
| [Chorus 2X] |
| zuo qu : LL Cool J Dwayne Simon Brian Latture D. Coffey | |
| They' re jinglin, baby Go ' head, baby | |
| LL Cool J | |
| They call me Uncle L, Future of the Funk | |
| Records I recorded minus all the junk | |
| People spread gossip and believe what they must | |
| while I slam dunk fags and make em bite the dust | |
| A minute is needed to make a phony roni bleed | |
| and put him in a bucket like it' s chicken feed | |
| Check out the pick of the litter, not a quitter, I' m nice y' all | |
| and I' ma dust you off and dust you off twice | |
| You never heard this so observant all hysterical fan | |
| natics of the Asiatic miracle man | |
| Prominent, dominant, McCoy and I' m Real | |
| If you' re another brother' s fan? Forget how you feel | |
| cause he' s soso, I got the instinct | |
| They call me Deputy Dog, now put your ass in the clink | |
| Innovating, devestating, and dope on the single now | |
| let me see your earrings jingle | |
| Chorus | |
| LL Cool J | |
| I chopped you, chewed you, baked you and fucked you | |
| That shit you pop, you need to stop, you' re kind of rude you | |
| no good niggaboo tryin to base | |
| How we livin Holmes? Get out my face! | |
| I' m complete, in effect, and I can' t fall | |
| I rise, suprise, and I advise you all | |
| to stand back and peep, don' t sleep or doubt | |
| My skill' ll get ill, I turn the mother out | |
| I' m topnotch, you' re still playin hopscotch | |
| Now I' ma do ya while the party people watch | |
| You' re real funny, you really try to go for yours | |
| But I know why: you ain' t had no dough before | |
| So you tried and lied to drain my fame | |
| This ain' t a game, yo, you know my name | |
| Forget all the MC' s who like to mingle | |
| Yo baby, let me see your earrings jingle | |
| Chorus | |
| LL Cool J | |
| When you first walked in, I ain' t know what to think | |
| You grabbed the microphone like your shit don' t stink | |
| And tried to run down that I can' t get over that | |
| bullshit you were sayin you call that a battle rap? | |
| How you gonna go against an army with a handgun? | |
| I' m Cool J, yo you don' t understand, son | |
| I' m a legend, on top of that I' m livin | |
| Now you look stupid like that bitch Ms. Givens | |
| Whoever geesed you up nah, how should I say it? | |
| Whoever set you up, they knew just how to play it | |
| Cause man, YO, I feel for you brother | |
| I' m a baaaaaad... Word to my mother! | |
| Takin out suckers while the ladies pucker | |
| and rollin over niggaz like a redneck trucker | |
| Innovatin, devastatin, and dope on a single, now | |
| Lemme see your earrings jingle | |
| Chorus | |
| LL Cool J | |
| Yeah baby, you know what I mean? | |
| You like be jinglin crazy, word | |
| yeah yeah yeah | |
| All over this funky beat | |
| You be like jinglin, and your earrings be jinglin | |
| and shakin all over the place and all mmhmm | |
| It' s like real, it' s real wild to me honey yaknahwhatImean? | |
| The way you be jinglin, worrrrrrd | |
| Chorus | |
| LL Cool J | |
| Can' t believe you tried to grip the same mic as me | |
| Your grip' s too weak, you can' t hold it, B | |
| You can dream of makin progress and gettin this nice | |
| but when I roll up, it' s like Hip Hop Vice | |
| I serve to curbs, I never swerve I' m superb | |
| Every word you heard played tricks on your nerves | |
| You played your hand, lost track of your plan | |
| When I show up, I blow up, end of story, my man | |
| I' m a play you like a poker chip, that' s what you get | |
| I bet your fret, sweat, and regret you met | |
| the titan of fightin, excitin when writin, you triflin toyboy | |
| I gotta enlighten, so start bitin | |
| You know you can' t create and get mean like this | |
| when I' m on the court, G, it' s strictly SWISSSSHHHH! | |
| When it' s all over, said and done, my friend | |
| they say, " That bad motherfucker just scored again" | |
| So take a step back, give me some room to wreck shop | |
| Here' s your token back, you' re gettin off at the next stop | |
| I' ma deliver and give a speech with vigor | |
| I drink some Olde E and start waxin niggaz | |
| Chorus 2X |
| zuò qǔ : LL Cool J Dwayne Simon Brian Latture D. Coffey | |
| They' re jinglin, baby Go ' head, baby | |
| LL Cool J | |
| They call me Uncle L, Future of the Funk | |
| Records I recorded minus all the junk | |
| People spread gossip and believe what they must | |
| while I slam dunk fags and make em bite the dust | |
| A minute is needed to make a phony roni bleed | |
| and put him in a bucket like it' s chicken feed | |
| Check out the pick of the litter, not a quitter, I' m nice y' all | |
| and I' ma dust you off and dust you off twice | |
| You never heard this so observant all hysterical fan | |
| natics of the Asiatic miracle man | |
| Prominent, dominant, McCoy and I' m Real | |
| If you' re another brother' s fan? Forget how you feel | |
| cause he' s soso, I got the instinct | |
| They call me Deputy Dog, now put your ass in the clink | |
| Innovating, devestating, and dope on the single now | |
| let me see your earrings jingle | |
| Chorus | |
| LL Cool J | |
| I chopped you, chewed you, baked you and fucked you | |
| That shit you pop, you need to stop, you' re kind of rude you | |
| no good niggaboo tryin to base | |
| How we livin Holmes? Get out my face! | |
| I' m complete, in effect, and I can' t fall | |
| I rise, suprise, and I advise you all | |
| to stand back and peep, don' t sleep or doubt | |
| My skill' ll get ill, I turn the mother out | |
| I' m topnotch, you' re still playin hopscotch | |
| Now I' ma do ya while the party people watch | |
| You' re real funny, you really try to go for yours | |
| But I know why: you ain' t had no dough before | |
| So you tried and lied to drain my fame | |
| This ain' t a game, yo, you know my name | |
| Forget all the MC' s who like to mingle | |
| Yo baby, let me see your earrings jingle | |
| Chorus | |
| LL Cool J | |
| When you first walked in, I ain' t know what to think | |
| You grabbed the microphone like your shit don' t stink | |
| And tried to run down that I can' t get over that | |
| bullshit you were sayin you call that a battle rap? | |
| How you gonna go against an army with a handgun? | |
| I' m Cool J, yo you don' t understand, son | |
| I' m a legend, on top of that I' m livin | |
| Now you look stupid like that bitch Ms. Givens | |
| Whoever geesed you up nah, how should I say it? | |
| Whoever set you up, they knew just how to play it | |
| Cause man, YO, I feel for you brother | |
| I' m a baaaaaad... Word to my mother! | |
| Takin out suckers while the ladies pucker | |
| and rollin over niggaz like a redneck trucker | |
| Innovatin, devastatin, and dope on a single, now | |
| Lemme see your earrings jingle | |
| Chorus | |
| LL Cool J | |
| Yeah baby, you know what I mean? | |
| You like be jinglin crazy, word | |
| yeah yeah yeah | |
| All over this funky beat | |
| You be like jinglin, and your earrings be jinglin | |
| and shakin all over the place and all mmhmm | |
| It' s like real, it' s real wild to me honey yaknahwhatImean? | |
| The way you be jinglin, worrrrrrd | |
| Chorus | |
| LL Cool J | |
| Can' t believe you tried to grip the same mic as me | |
| Your grip' s too weak, you can' t hold it, B | |
| You can dream of makin progress and gettin this nice | |
| but when I roll up, it' s like Hip Hop Vice | |
| I serve to curbs, I never swerve I' m superb | |
| Every word you heard played tricks on your nerves | |
| You played your hand, lost track of your plan | |
| When I show up, I blow up, end of story, my man | |
| I' m a play you like a poker chip, that' s what you get | |
| I bet your fret, sweat, and regret you met | |
| the titan of fightin, excitin when writin, you triflin toyboy | |
| I gotta enlighten, so start bitin | |
| You know you can' t create and get mean like this | |
| when I' m on the court, G, it' s strictly SWISSSSHHHH! | |
| When it' s all over, said and done, my friend | |
| they say, " That bad motherfucker just scored again" | |
| So take a step back, give me some room to wreck shop | |
| Here' s your token back, you' re gettin off at the next stop | |
| I' ma deliver and give a speech with vigor | |
| I drink some Olde E and start waxin niggaz | |
| Chorus 2X |
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