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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=85281" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>How Im Comin</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Boom bash, wake up, I set it off right<br>Look around and turn your wet dream to fright night<br>You can call me r&b homeys, which stands for rough brother<br>Word to my grandmother<br>I buck you in the head just to let ya know<br>Stick you for ya dough, spit on the flo<br>Drag it out of ya, bring it on<br>I smack him back down, yo dope word is bond<br>I know you want a piece of the champ<br>But you roll too weak, you couldnt make it in my camp<br>You thought I went for the flip<br>But Im bustin off hip-hop clip after clip<br>I kept you out there, ripped you for your wear<br>Jump inside your video, bust you with a chair<br>Smack slap smack slap smack slap smack<br>Just to make it worse and hurt your pride Ill run it back<br>Smack slap smack slap smack slap smack<br>Click click boom, stop dead in your tracks<br>Stick the steel in your mouth<br>Buck buck buck buck buck, lights out<br>[chorus]<br>(Im comin)<br>How ya comin baby? <br>(Im comin)<br>This is how Im comin<br>The album that Im comin with is rough, the flavors mean<br>(ooooh) kickin you for real in the guillatine<br>Fourteen shots to your dome kid<br>Im doin time in the game like a bid<br>Movin rhymes like a package<br>So stigetty step up and get your nostrils damaged<br>Shootin, lickin, bustin, sprayin, all of that<br>And then some, dead dead dead, one by one<br>Never step to a real man<br>cause your rhymes only work on a playground program<br>They impress your little friends, bring you a little ends<br>But you still you gotta ride in your mans benz<br>Word to hip-hop, Im a blast ya<br>Gotta set you on fire cause I gassed ya<br>Boom, blow, batman, bang, pow<br>Unh (what) unh (what), thats the way its goin down<br>My new album aint no joke<br>You wanna take me out, how many bunch ya smoke? <br>Ill never slack again, Im off the job like the mob<br>Hey, no prob, many solved, on the knob, make em soft drob<br>What you gotta deal with is real, made of steel<br>You can feel it comin, burnin, buildin, flowin like an eel<br>Movin, killin, breakin, servin you just like a meal<br>Take off your clothes and taste the steel<br>[chorus]<br>Check baby<br>Rockabye baby on the roof top<br>Open up your mouth and taste my gallot<br>When your jaw breaks your gold teeth will fall<br>Down will come the monkey, bannana clip and all<br>Splat (buck buck buck) its all over wit<br>Another plan o.d.ed over my war hit<br>The way Im workin and jerkin and hurtin brothers converted<br>Non-beleivers get murdered, cause I waffle birded<br>Get your face out the bill, catch the thrill<br>Carry a nine put your hootchies on the bill<br>The thought of you gettin scared turns me on<br>Like my first telivision with my backup tip hard<br>So wheres your mouth kid? wheres your heart shorty? <br>Its all over, cash your chips in, crack a forty<br>You look thirsty, you aint gettin no mercy mercy<br>And aint no way that you can rehearse for me<br>Murder I wrote, murder I wrote, is what I figure<br>Its in my tote, its in my tote, so I pull the trigger<br>Put up your women, your crib, your speakers<br>Your dog, your cat, your crate, your speakers<br>Your sister, your aunt, your crew, your knicks<br>Got em booin all you mother rappers who think thats too tough<br>Bam bam, heres a hit you wish you had<br>A hit that makes you mad, a hit that makes you slap your dad<br>Dead dead dead, kill dead, kill dead<br>Try to battle me I gots to buck you in your head<br>I pull your file, click<br>I know youre good to style, blow<br>Livin wild, when its come to this I never smile<br>What did you learn from the lesson I just gave ya? <br>Obey your momma, be on your best behavior<br>Its never endin and I am recommendin<br>You put your name as brendan<br>I see yall that is blendin<br>The message that Im sendin<br>Is there aint no pretendin<br>Get in the trunk, buy the album, here Im endin<br>This is how Im comin<br>How ya comin baby?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by LL Cool J - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q>
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Look around and turn your wet dream to fright night
You can call me r&b homeys, which 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..."></div>
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