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How I’m Comin’ Lyrics By Ll Cool J

    i’m comin’
    i’m comin’
    i’m comin’
    i’m comin’

    boom bash wake up i set it off right
    look around and turn your wet dream to fright night
    you can call me rb that’s only if it stands for rough brother
    word to my grandmother
    i buck you in the head just to let ya know
    stick you for ya dough spit on the flo’
    drag it out of ya bring it on
    i smack him back down yo dope word is bond
    i know you want a piece of the champ
    but you roll too weak you couldn’t make it in my camp
    you thought i went for the flip
    but i’m bustin’ off hiphop clip after clip
    i kept you out there ripped you for your wear
    jump inside your video bust you with a chair
    smack slap smack slap smack slap smack
    just to make it worse and hurt your pride i’ll run it back
    smack slap smack slap smack slap smack
    click click boom stop dead in your tracks
    stick the steel in your mouth
    buck buck buck buck buck lights out

    i’m comin’
    how ya comin’ baby
    i’m comin’
    how ya comin’ baby
    this is how i’m comin’
    i’m comin’
    how ya comin’ baby
    i’m comin’
    how ya comin’ baby
    this is how i’m comin’

    the album that i’m comin’ with is rough the flavor’s mean
    ooooh kickin’ you for real in the guillotine
    fourteen shots to your dome kid
    i’m doin’ time in the game like a bid
    movin’ rhymes like a package
    so stigetty step up and get your nostrils damaged
    shootin’ lickin’ bustin’ sprayin’ all of that
    and then some dead dead dead one by one
    never step to a real man
    cause your rhymes only work on a playground program
    they impress your little friends bring you a little ends
    but you still you gotta ride in your man’s benz
    word to hiphop i’m a blast ya
    gotta set you on fire cause i gassed ya
    boom blow batman bang pow
    unh what unh what that’s the way it’s goin’ down
    my new album ain’t no joke
    you wanna take me out how many bunch ya smoke
    i’ll never slack again i’m off the job like the mob
    hey no prob’ many solved on the knob make his heartthrob
    what you gotta deal with is real made of steel
    you can feel it comin’ burnin’ buildin’ flowin’ like an eel
    movin’ killin’ breakin’ servin’ you just like a meal
    take off your clothes and taste the steel

    i’m comin’
    how ya comin’ baby
    i’m comin’
    how ya comin’ baby
    this is how i’m comin’
    i’m comin’
    how ya comin’ baby
    i’m comin’
    how ya comin’ baby
    this is how i’m comin’

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    check baby yeah
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    rockabye baby on the rooftop
    open up your mouth and taste my glock
    when your jaw breaks your gold teeth will fall
    down will come the monkey banana clip and all
    splat buck buck buck it’s all over wit’
    another plan od’ed over my war hit
    the way i’m workin’ and jerkin’ and hurtin’ brothers converted
    nonbelievers get murdered thats how i preferred it
    get your face out the bill catch the thrill
    carry a nine put your hoochies on the bill
    the thought of you gettin’ scarred turns me on
    like my first television with my backup tip hard
    so where’s your mouth kid where’s your heart shorty
    it’s all over cash your chips in crack a forty
    you look thirsty you ain’t gettin’ no mercy mercy
    and ain’t no way that you can rehearse for me
    murder i wrote murder i wrote is what i figure
    it’s in my tote it’s in my tote so i pull the trigger
    put up your women your crib your speakers
    your dog your cat your crate your speakers
    your sister your aunt your crew your knicks
    got ’em booin’ all you other rappers who think that’s too tough
    bam bam here’s a hit you wish you had
    a hit that makes you mad a hit that makes you slap your dad
    dead dead dead kill dead kill dead
    try to battle me i gots to buck you in your head
    i pull your file click
    i know you’re good to style blaow
    livin’ wild when it comes to this i never smile
    what did you learn from the lesson i just gave ya
    obey your mama be on your best behavior
    it’s never endin’ and i am recommendin’
    you put your name as brendan
    i see y’all that is blendin’
    the message that i’m sendin’
    is there ain’t no pretendin’
    get in the trunk buy the album here to end it

    i’m comin’

    Artist: Ll Cool J

    Year: 1993

    Decade: 90s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 487