Текст (слова) песни: LL Cool J - No Airplay

 
Intro: 
 
Y`all wanna put it on tape and do all the real [BACKWARDS]? 
Ya just wanna go straight to dat? Aight 
You don`t wanna mix it or nuttin? Aight let`s do it 
You want me to do the hook part too? 
Check it out uhh, check it out uhh 
Yeah it`s that Uncle L [BACKWARDS], you know, word up 
Ain`t no doubt about this, I`m settin this [BACKWARDS] right in here 
Yeah yeah yeah, I`m gonna sex this up, yeah go like this here 
Check it out 
 
Verse 1: 
 
I`m beatin [BACKWARDS] against the [BACKWARDS] up out their boots 
Flame throwin their troops, they can`t recoup from drinkin acid soup 
Spectacular, benacular, miraculous raw [BACKWARDS] 
Scooped off the concrete to make a hit 
Tearin [BACKWARDS] out the hinges, competition cringes 
in the trenches, killin for mere inches 
Word to mama, I tongue kiss a piranha 
Electricute a barricuda for tryin to bring the drama 
I get more ass than a toilet seat 
So put your ballerina shoes on and tiptoe down my [BACKWARDS] 
Your mother[BACKWARDS] deathwish will be soloist 
R-double O-K-I-E you ain`t stylish 
It`s mother[BACKWARDS] arson from here to Parsons 
You`re [BACKWARDS] dawson, it`s murder, when I step in the door run 
for your mother[BACKWARDS] life, get ghost 
or taste the toast and get your [BACKWARDS] hung on a goalpost 
Startin at`cha neck to check ya for respect 
Ya back get snapped, your lower spine gets wet 
Hips get ripped and then your thighs start to slide 
I`m up thru [BACKWARDS]hole and [BACKWARDS] up your inside 
 
Hook: 
 
And don`t be gettin no airplay 
A jam that`cha love, a jam that`cha love 
It`s a jam that`cha love that don`t be gettin no airplay 
A jam that`cha love, a jam that`cha love 
 
Verse 2: 
 
Yeah, the rugged ass style I possess 
They got the [BACKWARDS] goin from Bel Air to baggin up sess 
[BACKWARDS]! Mother[BACKWARDS] right [BACKWARDS] in his corn 
You shoulda never put me on this mic, you was warned 
I got [BACKWARDS] chasin behind my path for garbage bags 
hopin to bring in to throw old rhyme to one of da fags 
Huh, I`m on my mother[BACKWARDS] game like dat 
I put it in your chest and make your heart go flat 
All the mother[BACKWARDS] tracks in the world can`t save ya 
when I drop these chains on ya brain and enslave ya 
Once you was on a pedestal now ya gettin ridiculed 
[BACKWARDS] is critical, we`re fightin at the pinnacle 
I`m burnin [BACKWARDS] like a cracker do a cross 
Ain`t no three-in-a-row tic tac toe, this is a real flow boss 
Makin [BACKWARDS] understand my language 
then they rap and vanish and camouflage the damage 
 
Interlude: 
 
To whom it may concern, youknowhutI`msayin? 
We`re gonna do this right here, word is bond, huh huh 
Cos it`s a jam that you love that don`t be gettin no airplay 
(A jam that`cha love that don`t be gettin no airplay) 
I wanna do that one right yo 
 
Verse 3: 
 
To whom it may concern on this mother[BACKWARDS] test 
I got the zest to clip ya thru ya vest 
Little shortys with big 40`s talkin loud, actin proud 
BLAOW! Now ya chokin off a black cloud 
Rollin El`s til your brain swells 
Inhale deep sleep and dust me off them old ass Rock The Bells 
You mother[BACKWARDS], you fruitcakes, you fakin jacks 
You [BACKWARDS] don`t want it, I`m burnin up the wax 
I`m a trailblazin, gun totin, renegade 
black ass New York [BACKWARDS] choppin like a blade 
Bullshinanigans, country ass mannequins 
Mother[BACKWARDS] frontin and I bet you ain`t no slam again 
Yeah what? I siad it and [BACKWARDS] sweat it 
What? You catch a heat-seekin missile in ya gut 
 
Outro: 
 
Ha ha, word is bond yo 
It`s a jam that`cha love that don`t be gettin no airplay 
Yeah, ha ha, word is bond 
Y`knowhutI`msayin? I`m catchin mother[BACKWARDS] wreck in here, 
knowI`msayin? 
[BACKWARDS] to all them rookies, [BACKWARDS] word up ha ha 
Yo I got the laugh, word, knowI`msayin? 
And sometimes [BACKWARDS] skill boys, you just gotta laugh at 
mother[BACKWARDS] 
Ha ha, yeah uhh 
A jam that`cha love that don`t be gettin no airplay 
A jam that`cha love, a jam that`cha love 
Yeah, I wanna shout it out to my mother[BACKWARDS] [BACKWARDS] around 
Farmers 
My [BACKWARDS] Zeus, knowI`msayin? My mother [BACKWARDS] minnan right 
diddere 
Spit at the tissturn t-t-t-tables all L willing a-a-a-able, 
youknowI`msayin? 
Get mad busy in this [BACKWARDS], y`knowI`msayin? 
My [BACKWARDS] don`t give a [BACKWARDS], word up 
Set that [BACKWARDS] off right, uhh
 

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