Lyric How I m Comin - LL Cool J

Lyric Song How I m Comin: boom bashwake upI set it off right
look around and turn your wet dream to fright night
you can call me ryb homeyswhich stands for rough brother
word to my grandmother
I buck you in the head just to let ya know
stick you for ya doughspit on the flo
drag it out of yabring it on
I smack him back downyo dope word is bond
I know you want a piece of the champ
but you roll too weakyou couldn t make it in my camp
you thought I went for the flip
but I m bustin off hip hop clip after clip
I kept you out thereripped you for your wear
jump inside your videobust 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 boomstop dead in your tracks
stick the steel in your mouth
buck buck buck buck bucklights out
Chorus
I m comin
How ya comin baby
I m comin
this is how I m comin
the album that I m comin with is roughthe flavor s mean
ooooh kickin you for real in the guillatine
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 somedead dead deadone by one
never step to a real man
cause your rhymes only work on a playground program
they impress your little friendsbring you a little ends
but you still you gotta ride in your mans benz
word to hip hopI m a blast ya
gotta set you on fire cause I gassed ya
boomblowBatmanbangpow
unh what unh whatthat s the way it s goin down
my new album ain t no joke
you wanna take me outhow many bunch ya smoke
I ll never slack againI m off the job like the mob
heyno prob many solvedon the knobmake em soft drob
what you gotta deal with is realmade 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
Chorus
check baby
rockabye baby on the roof top
open up your mouth and taste my gallot
when your jaw breaks your gold teeth will fall
down will come the monkeybannana 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
non beleivers get murdered cause I waffle birded
get your face out the billcatch the thrill
carry a nine put your hootchies on the bill
the thought of you gettin scared turns me on
like my first telivision with my backup tip hard
so where s your mouth kid where s your heart shorty
it s all overcash your chips incrack a forty
you look thirstyyou ain t gettin no mercy mercy
and ain t no way that you can rehearse for me
murder I wrotemurder I wroteis what I figure
it s in my toteit s in my toteso I pull the trigger
put up your womenyour cribyour speakers
your dogyour catyour crateyour speakers
your sisteryour auntyour crewyour Knicks
got em booin all you mother rappers who think that s too tough
bam bamhere s a hit you wish you had
a hit that makes you mada hit that makes you slap your dad
dead dead deadkill deadkill dead
try to battle me I gots to buck you in your head
I pull your fileclick
I know you re good to styleblow
livin wildwhen it s come to this I never smile
what did you learn from the lesson I just gave ya
obey your mommabe 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 trunkbuy the albumhere I m endin
this is how I m comin
how ya comin baby