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Ll Cool J Another Dollar

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

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

, so be patient Cause this is the direction that my pen should be draggin' to transform your dollar cabs into bandwagons Chorus: J-Live with the mic

(lyrics: j. harte, music: b. walker) The words around town your lover's found another. All of those lies he had you believing, Well listen honey, here

of dawn To put this j-o-b in effect But they'd look right past him and be like "next" Now for the year of '88 Cool v is makin' dollars so my

people And the ghetto is a trap with glass walls Should I sell drugs, be a rap thug, or play ball? We end up in the grave anyway The average cat and LL Cool J

you will ever see me free Big money J, much as you can get for it? Atlantic records say just make another hit for me I tell 'em cut a hundred million dollar

not too young to hate Like Hi Hater by Manio I'm a blow this money Like a birthday cake keep a chain on me Like LL Cool J and it ain't fake and they all

[LL Cool J] Yeah Funky! Uh Yeah Yo, let me tell you bout a girl named Peg A D.C. haircut and stewardess legs Dressed to kill, her physique is ill Her