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If it s a Malibu beat, subject of discussion
Malibu beat, subject of discuss-cussion
You re motivated-vated, to aid a percussion-cussion
There s no glo-glory, for this story-story
It-it rock-rock in any territory-tory
I syncopate it and design it well-well
Beat elevates-vates, the scratch excels-cels
All techniques are a combination
of skills that I have, thought narration

Lsat year my melody, but still complete
Providing musical energy for the street
Lyrics are smooth for maximum effect
Jump track patt-erns on cass-ette
Time-time snare had bass and cymbal
Like that of a cat on the mic I m nimble
Ba-sic patterns, grouped and changed
Se-quence fre-quent, seek and gain...
break... break... for narration

Break two... break two...

I m in the center of a - I m in the center of a
musical skinner; some say the skins is a blow of torture
They hear me, they fear me, they hear me, they fear me
I m improvin the conditions of the rap industry
The beat will expand, to land on foreign lands
Germany, Italy, France and Japan, it ll
give you a lift, no need to sniff
No butts no how s no why s or if s
It s you I defeated, they ll say you retreated
Pick up your favorite magazine and read it
Wrapped by a power, a musical shower-shower
A picture-picture of me-of me on the Eiffel-Eiffel Tower-Tower
I need a beat-beat...

Doing-doing dirty, I m your-your thought
You re bein-bein taken-taken, the musical boom
I m in full trating your eardrums
Increasing the rate of vibration
I wanna rock ya-rock ya, that s all you need to know-know
I need a beat, is the title of the show-show
Providing-providing pleasure on the musical measures
All-all arranged, to alleviate pressure
I m up on your list, your party thera-therapist
Beat programmer and lyri-lyricist
Ladies Love Cool James, studio user
A million or more screamin people abuser
I predict, this jam will hit
The highest plateau in the world of music
Paparazzi, wealth and fame
The total propulsion, of my name

I need a beat..

Computer wise, and the engineer s eyes
have to be very acute, education level high
The product is mine, beat on the rhyme
The control was part of the studio design
Track after track, culminating on wax
The tape has slack, rewind then back
Expensive but useful, the music is the fuel
A perfect place for MC s to duel...

I need a beat... Farmer s Boulevard...
Ha-Ha... Queens! Ladies Love Cool James!
Cut Cre-ator!...

Tekst :

[7 Aurelius]
Hush baby, wanna let ya know
This is how its gonna go

[beat starts up]

[Chorus - 7 Aurelius]
Hush baby, wanna let ya know
This is how its gonna go
If u wanna come and play
Gotta do it my way
Hush baby, dont talk so much
Just wanna feel ya touch
Everything will be ok
If u do it my way (my way, my way)
Hush baby [echoes]

[Verse 1 - LL Cool J]
U feel so good
Rest of my life i wish i could
Hold u tight and take a flight out the hood
Was i foul or just misunderstood?
Mind-mannered or up to no-good
It really doesnt matter, either way i should
Maximize the moment and hold ya close
Jump in the drop spider and cruise down the coast
Who loved u the most?
I was never ghost
When lives was on the line
Confusion in ya mind
Runnin outta time
Drama of all kind
But theres faith in our mind
We spiritually inclined
Sometimes i flip
Sometimes u flip
Sometimes we wild out and act like lunatics
We movin too fast, the whole world s in a rush
Everybody just hush...

[Chorus x1]

[Verse 2 - LL Cool J]
Its all a test; the pain, the drama
The villa in the bahamas
The highs, the lows
The hoop-t, the Rolls
The money flowin
Certain doors that we go in
The people we meet, the hands that we shake
Whether its Mortans or Sizzla steak
But everything will be okay
[w/ 7 Aurelius] if we do it my way
Cuz i believe in romance
Kissin while ya slow dance
Me bouncin baby? no chance
No matter the circumstance
Whatever it takes gurl, ill swim to France
Cuz ya beauty s unmatched
Such a great catch
Unconditional love, forever we are attatched
Deal with the drama, we can find our way back
With or without the Maybach...

[Chorus x1]

[Verse 3 - LL Cool J]
I can feel ya pain
Like we simese twins connected by our brains
Walkin thru the desert in the ice cold rain
Want u in my life and nothins gonna change
God willin, we still be doin our thang
When my six-pack s faded
Raps outdated
But thats many years from now so dont rush
Little mama just hush...

[Chorus x1]

[7 Aurelius]
Hush baby
Hush hush darling
Hush baby hush hush
Dont talk so much
Wanna feel ya touch

[LL Cool J]
Hush baby hush
Hush baby hush

[7 Aurelius]
Hush baby wanna let ya know... [echoes]

Tekst :

Intro: LL Cool J & >The Lost Boyz

No question about it
Queens represent! >EEEEUUUuuhhh!
Uh! say what?
Queens represent! >YYYEEEEAAAHHHH!
Come on!
>Get down baby, down down down down down now!
Queens represent!
>Are you down now
Lost Boyz, LL Cool J > Are ya s down now

Chorus: The Lost Boyz
You wanna get paid? You wanna get laid?
Pimp Yearlings in 360 ways
Live your life in an ill real way
Got 6 rides in your little drive-way
You get mad puff-lie all day
Make plans with your crime family
Get money money, take money money
Get money money, take money money

Verse One: LL Cool J
By age 19 Tyheim is turned out
he ain t talking much, keep a dutch in his mouth
cop the aberrettes
Orange and Blue
Laced the Gore-tex, stepped with his crew
Black superstar, Jesus piece
Who he prayin to? God or the Beast
Some bust blocks, feared on the block
Traded in the trucks for a silver drop top
Drug money flowin . . . . . .
Jealousy is growin . . . . . .
Paranoia got him second guessin
D-T s on his back got him stressin
He was at the light blazin up traum
Around the corner came a tinted out Yukon
Ten slugs in the door made him fall
Guess he should of never hustled at all

Chorus

Verse two: LL Cool J
My man Tay-Kwan like the chicks alot
Even when he hustled he kept them in his spot
He liked to fuck alot and make the rubber pop
5 baby mothers
1 live on my block
Shinin in the club
Chickens showin love
Cash bubblin from pimpin and drugs
He a real pretty cat
He get from his moms
Back in the seventies, she was the bomb
His games top notch, and he don t stop
He hit a reverends daughter in a church parkin lot
Tay-Kwan is sick, heartless with chicks
He liked to beat em up, make em suck dick
Met a little shorty, brought her back to Queens
Honey got the virus, you know the routine
Not only did he walk away with the HIV
Her man s jealous, jooked him rediculously

Chorus

Verse Three: LL Cool J
UH UH UH UH UH UH UH UH
Yolanda s alway s got a sceam
Credit cards in ATM machines
Used to make coats, holdin work got arrest
Honey made sons pockets bleed to death
She a vet, yet she look innocent and sweet
When she wet, aint no controllin the heat
For baguettes she give love to ill thugs
Age of 15 she learned to pump drugs
Then she got pregnant, abandoned the kid
Met this drug kid, set him up and slid
Now she 23 full blown in the mix
Sizin up wits than more cliques is gettin chips
She down for whatever, as long as it pays
She tipped off the kids and got Tyheim blazed
She was in the same Yukon, laughin with the thug
He said thanks for settin Tyheim up
Take a slug

Chorus

Outro: LL, The Lost Boyz
LL Cool J:
Get paid mommy, come on, come on
Get paid daddy, come on, come on (repeat 4x)
The Lost Boyz:
Nigga s they wellin they just don t know
It be LL and 83rd rockin the show
Now nigga s they front, they just don t know
But nigga s wanna stick they ball in that hole
Oh oh oh oh oh, UH uh uh uh oh
Uh uh oh, uh oh oh oh !

Ooh la la la la
Ooh la la la la

She s like a drug-She makes me crazy
makes me go quite haywire
I m not an acrobat but here I am
I m on the highwire
My intuition tells me
this...

A wakeup call for the girl
Who has everything
The morning sun
Has a special meaning
She lives a dream that will end
When the sun goes down

She ll be alone, feeling lost
Thinking she s unknown

Ohh

Tell me why you re crying Miss America
Tell me why you re sad
Tell me what s hurting you so bad
I...

It was just another day
It was just another fight
It was words strung into sentences
It was doomed to not be right

There is something wrong with me
There is something wrong with you
There is nothing left of us
There is one thing I can do

Away with you

How do you think i felt,
That i made up for all your mistakes?
You never think of consequences,
Carelessly destructive, you fall down.
I can see you sitting there.
Wish that you could see yourself.
I wish i knew what was going on inside,
I d just be sickened more.
Why don t you open your eyes?
You...

Sleeping bride

When nights and days are filled with laughter
and thoughts of living everafter
a realm of happiness lets me in
but then I start to think of him

who loved to make me believe in fate
which he would conquer to change my state...