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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
LL COOL J
LL COOL J
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Whitehead
John Whitehead
Composer
James Todd Smith
James Todd Smith
Composer
Damon Blackmon
Damon Blackmon
Composer
Gene McFadden
Gene McFadden
Composer
Jerry Cohen
Jerry Cohen
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dame Grease
Dame Grease
Producer
K. Miller
K. Miller
Recording Engineer
Brian Stanley
Brian Stanley
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

It's all real talk, baby No question, uh When I do what I do there's no competition I'm number one, uh, you're only a customer When it comes to the paper we chasin' Homey, I stay with some when you walkin' in the presence of hustlers When the whips come out you know just what I'm 'bout I'm havin' fun, uh, you're only a customer And the ice that I rock is oh so hot You should get you some when you walkin' in the presence of hustlers First of all I switched the protocol Been teachin' 'em how to ball since Mike went off the wall And furthermore I'm a hustler to the core I give you what you need, proceed to keep it raw Your choice, you can live or die either or Have them candles and flowers by that bodega store Life's about choices so choose homeboy 50 told me L, time to bring out the toys So it's Lambs and Macerates, hotties with hard bodies Ridin' on Ducatis, toast to after party poppin' 'Cause my joint's rockin', all the heads boppin' You know the apple's ridin', that's why the D's watchin' When I do what I do there's no competition I'm number one, uh, you're only a customer When it comes to the paper we chasin' Homey, I stay with some when you walkin' in the presence of hustlers When the whips come out you know just what I'm 'bout I'm havin' fun, uh, you're only a customer And the ice that I rock is oh so hot You should get you some when you walkin' in the presence of hustlers I rock from party to party, backyard to yard Ask around God, they tell you L goin' hard I got my mojo back, I'm seein' mo' dough black My face on promo wraps, I'm seein' fo' mo' plaques The way the paper stack, I'm okay with that She's so smart in my lap, she's a brainiac We roll around in the sack, laugh and spillin' the 'gnac I'm the dog killin' the cat, ignorin' the jack This is flawless rap, you can't call this whack Where the ballers at? Go 'head, throw up a stack This is simply facts, I got the gift to Mack I take this to the max, what'chu know about that? When I do what I do there's no competition I'm number one, uh, you're only a customer When it comes to the paper we chasin' Homey, I stay with some when you walkin' in the presence of hustlers When the whips come out you know just what I'm 'bout I'm havin' fun, uh, you're only a customer And the ice that I rock is oh so hot You should get you some when you walkin' in the presence of hustlers
Writer(s): James Smith, Gene Mcfadden, Jerry Cohen, John Whitehead Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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