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LL Cool J - Hello (feat. Amil)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
LL COOL J
LL COOL J
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Todd Smith
James Todd Smith
Composer
G. Spivey
G. Spivey
Composer
Bernard Edwards Jr.
Bernard Edwards Jr.
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Scratch
DJ Scratch
Producer
Brian Stanley
Brian Stanley
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Hello, hello, yo, yo, hello, hello, yo, yo Hello, hello, yo, yo, hello, hello, yo, yo Hello, hello, yo, yo, hello, hello, yo, yo Call me on the telephone Whether, 2-1-2, or 7-1-8 Or 9-1-4, I love it hardcore When it's over the phone, it's safe to do it raw Imaginary worlds we could both explore Hello, baby what you wearin' right now? Hot pants, my girl ain't around, let's get down And I hope the phone's tapped, let's pretend you on my lap I'm bouncin' up and down with my shoulders back Nigga you like that? You see I'm runnin' up my bill Momma might hear me, but you just too ill I got your flicks lined up, stereo low Cherry flavored grease beneath my elbow If I was there what would you do? I'd lay you on your back Ride or die daddy and I love it like that Hello, hello, yo, yo, hello, hello, yo, yo Hello, hello, yo, yo, hello, hello, yo, yo Hello, hello, yo, yo, hello, hello, yo, yo Call me on the telephone You the freak of my dreams, the reason that I keep on baggy jeans Oooh, I love me a nigga from killer Queens I'ma rub up on your muscles, ride 'til I'm sweatin' it I bet you I can make you cum first, throw the bets in I'm a nasty nigga, made to order Kiss below the border with a warm glass of water Is you wit me? Yeah, tell me how it taste I promise I'll keep the telephone right in my face How it feel? Feels good, where you at? in the hood Talkin' on the phone like a good girl should To my nig', baby I'ma reach my peak Strawberry shortcake, good enough to eat And I taste mad sweet, we big freaks Blastin' off on the phone seven days a week Hello, hello, yo, yo, hello, hello, yo, yo Hello, hello, yo, yo, hello, hello, yo, yo Hello, hello, yo, yo, hello, hello, yo, yo Call me on the telephone I throw sugar in the water so the ice tastes sweet To make sure your ex-man can't compete Shower curtain on the bed, warm baby oil G-string sittin' like a snake in a coil Hold on, I think somebody on the other line Interrupt this nut I'ma bust, you out your mind Lay back, imagine us chest to chest Tongue-kissin' deep while we spark a sess Everything is crazy, L do it the best Ridin' rough baby, put my pipe to the test On the telephone? Yeah, this is the ill zone I wanna make you moan until it's a dial tone However you want it baby, I'm raw to the bone Three, three, two, two, one, one, telephone Hello, hello, yo, yo, hello, hello, yo, yo Hello, hello, yo, yo, hello, hello, yo, yo Hello, hello, yo, yo, hello, hello, yo, yo Call me on the telephone Yeah, yeah, knamsayin'? Word up That's what I'm talkin' about All you gotta do is hit me Word, I'll call you right back Yeah, let's just move this out What you want me right now You gon' make me crash or somethin', word up Uhh, uhh, it's that real shit, uhh
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