Another Dollar — текст песни (LL Cool J)


AKA John Mickens (8X)
I`m the king.
I floss rings, the new John Mickens
Uhh, I`m stayin` rich and keep the haters bitchin
from New York to Richmond, my shine is sickenin
Ice drips, frost bits, or forfeit shit
I got to rewrite this mackin` game, baby
Layin` in the barber shop, knowin` haters is shady
Maybe, they sex young chicks and whips
but i got lesbo combos ridin` stick-shifts
for no chips, I`m seein` 4 to 8 lips
let me tell ya `bout my life-style, playas and chips, sick
Mr. Smith, the rarest breed
separate the dimes from `hoes like chronic seeds
miraculous
lyrical swiftness
practice this, stop bein` actresses
on mattresses with your legs up in the air
splash the crisp.. John Micks, a millionaire

Anutha Day ... anutha Dolla

My fortune 500 is fully funded
Joints I pumps, gives my pockets the mumps
I`m the glossiest and the costliest
feel the force of this
lyrical arsenist
Hotter .. than a yacht with rottweillers
chicks in choppers with they thong sittin` proper
the crisp poppa bringin` drama like soap operas
the show stopper if u playas don`t flow proper
I`m the jiggiest, bitch, shit the wittiest
wonderin` why cats front on who`s the williest
Chill, relax, you cats will fall
10 mill, 10 plaques upon my wall
You stall, mix large, I see y`all
Mash ya like roaches then cop diamond broaches
Supercalla - nevermind the alladocious
Sin the fellas, get blazed and you can quote this

Anutha day ... anutha dolla

I`m the MC that you strive to be
competition is dead, cuz ain`t none of y`all live as me
Handsome moody, I keep it raw, baby
so save all the goodfella shit for Scorsece
So iced up, they call me Mount Everest
the many get honey ways draped over my headrest
I run game from Fort Green to Maine
I keep ya head noddin` like dope is in your vein
Hail to the King Cajone .. jing-a-ling
I buy ya clicks loyalty with one pinkie ring
Gotta be above average to grow cabbage
I wreack havoc, do damage
don`t have it
uh huh .. techniques up to par
yeah you, get ya black ass looped like Mardi Gras
Chick soup too
Hittin` me off in yo` car
Blaze her in the alley cuz she actin` bourgeoise

Anutha day .. anutha dolla

Ahhh man ... it`s hard bein` the King, baby
but someone`s gotta do it, haha



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