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  • Текст песни LL Cool J - Jack the Ripper



    Milky, and I'm back
    My ace in the hole was this brand new track
    I'ma slow it up and speed it up and now you're gonna eat it up
    Listen to the funky beat, my tongue is gonna beat it up
    I did it, but the devil didn't make me
    I did it for the suckers who tried to shake and bake me
    Proving a point that I'm a serious joint
    You can roll me up and puff me, and then I'll anoint
    Your head with oil--lots of oil
    Make it run like water, watch it boil
    Cause I made 'em play it, made 'em say it
    made 'em okay it, made 'em obey it---HUH
    Prince of the growl is on the prowl
    How You Like Me Now punk? You living foul
    Here's what my game is, here is what my aim is
    A washed up rapper needs a washer, my name is--

    Chorus:
    Jack the Ripper
    Jack-Jack-Jack the Ripper
    Jack-Jack, Jack-Jack, Jack-Jack, Jack the Ripper
    King Hercules!

    Back for the payback, I must say that
    I heard your new jam, I don't play that
    It ain't loud enough punk, it ain't hitting
    This year you tried, next year you're quitting
    Last year you thought I was dying out
    But again, and again, and again without a doubt
    It's the gangster boogie, the earthquake sound
    Pump it up and play it so they hear it all around
    I do it up rough, tough, I don't bluff
    and this is an example of funky stuff
    When you wanna make hits, you make 'em like this
    They ain't like this they don't hit, they miss
    It's a strong record, a record for the strong
    For those who appreciate real rap songs
    Listen how I won't allow myself to go off track
    Stay back, I got the power, I'm--

    Chorus

    Jack the Ripper, a man, not a myth
    a-k-a James Todd Smith
    Hard like penitentiary steel
    Breaking necks while I flex my sex appeal
    Homegirls in the house, c'mon
    Homegirls in the house, give it up
    You gotta want to get hotter
    Moving and grooving, and always improving a lot of
    People don't know how nice I am
    People sleeping, so now I gotta slice my man
    Like ham in a pan, wrap him up in Saran
    Kidnap him and slap him up inside of a van
    While you're doing your dance I want you to make moves
    Don't run out there ? ? ?
    You know my name and my game and what I'm here to do
    Party people, lemme see if you can dance to--

    Chorus

    Break it down! x3
    Yo Bob, show that old school sucker punk what real hip hop is boy
    [scratches]

    "How Ya Like Me Now?" I'm getting busier
    I'm double platinum, I'm watching you get dizzier
    Check out the way I say my, display my, play my
    Ain't holding back, behind the cool without the A.Y.
    I love to ride the groove because the groove is smooth
    It makes me move and I'll improve
    As it goes on, as it flows on
    When you see me, don't ask if the show's on
    How that sound? Don't came around, playing me close, brown
    Pull on my jock to be down
    You need to stay down, way down, because you're low down
    Do that dance, the prince of rap is gonna throw down
    Aiming to please while I'm killing emcees
    I'm gonna keep on hitting you with rough LPs
    Day after day after day
    Tou smashed in the face by the vase of Cool J
    I'm--[scratches]

    I'm a beast on the microphone, a night stalker
    A killing machine, a savage street talker
    Jason with an axe, but I put it on wax
    To eradicate the suckers who thought I had relaxed
    The prince of hip hop, straight from Queens
    Kicking it mean, keeping it clean
    And you've never seen anybody rock the party
    All you punks ? ? ? this beats Bacardi
    I go to the show, and terrorize emcees, don't you know
    Moving my hand like I'm playing the piano
    Don't touch the dial, don't change the channel
    Don't let me hear you say I ain't debonair
    I'm better than any emcee out there
    As a matter of fact, suckers can't compare
    When I rocking the mic people stop and stare, at..