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LL Cool J

After School

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After School
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About "After School" by LL Cool J

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LL Cool J – After School Lyrics

Lyrics

I know a honey named Millie, raised out in Philly
Body so illy she make a grown man silly
A brainiac really she pretend she dilly
Like, "Why you always look at me like that, you feel me?"

There's a girl named Wendy, love black Bentley's
Nails in her mouth, stay tryin' to tempt me
She rolls with her sister and they both real friendly
It wasn't like that when my pockets was empty

Shorty named Suzie, not quite a floozy
Let's just say she has a problem bein' choosy
Scarf on her doobie when she in the jacuzzi
On the celly with her man, "Love you, I'm at the movies"

Bird named Chyna (baby where you find her)
Uptown, she wrote a map down with eyeliner
Hotness, two or three girlfriends behind her
(On Amsterdam, lay in the lane, dippin' despite her)

[Chorus]
So after school, I take a dip in the pool
Which is really, on the wall
I got a color TV, so I can see, the Knicks play basketball
And we talkin' bout checkbooks, credit cards, more money
Than a sucker, could ever spend
But I couldn't give a what about them cats you with
Get your friends baby, jump in the Benz

I got a judge named Donna, I call her Your Honor
Whylin' out with the gavel and the silk pajamas (let's go)

And then there's Tamika, the sergeant gets deeper
She turned the bass way up and wind on the speaker
Girl named Kelly, rhinestones in her belly
Curly red hair, crackin jokes in the telly
Game concealed, a female Machiavelli
Hopin and prayin that I ain't ready for the jelly

What about Asia (major flavor)
Can you feel it? nothin' can save ya
Once again I got 'em catchin' the vapors

Mr. Smith bout to get this paper
Paparazzi, please give me a minute
You're pushin' me to the limit, I know that I represent it
Be easy!

Tammy, down in Miami
Fa'scheezy baby uh, I see you at the Grammy's

[Chorus]

Everybody go, I want to rock right now
LL and Diddy, we came to get down
Yes we're internationally known
For making movies and the microphone
Cause we get crazy, I mean outrageous
You rollin' with us?
You rollin' with flavor

Ask Penny, I call her Good'n'Plenty (why?)
Cause after the show, there's nothin' open but Denny's (oh yeah)
Maybe the waffle house, down South there's many
She fix me a T-bone and take it to the Bentley

Little Shaniqua, from Massapequa
Went and bought a beeper so I could reach her, anyway

When you talk about Diddy and L
You talk about careers that's hard to kill
The whole entire globe recognize the grill
Walkin down the red carpet we're chilly chill!

[Chorus]

Everybody go, I want to rock right now
LL and Diddy, we came to get down
Yes we're internationally known
For making movies and the microphone
Cause we get crazy, I mean outrageous
You rollin' with us? You rollin' with flavor

[Chorus]

Everybody go
Friends to the end baby, why'knahmsayin?
Got history baby
Not even, no question about it
We won't stop
Yeah never, word up, we keepin' this money
Ten
Oh yeah
Ten
Rockin' with my man, rockin' with that Bad Boy cat
Uncle L
Rock the Bells
A.K.A., Black Elvis
P. Diddy
Diddy
Hottest man in the city
Y'all see it
Word up, please believe it
Smile at it, love it, embrace it
Ah, grin baby, grin
Get used to it
That gettin' money smile

SONGWRITERS:
GINYARD, ROBERT JR./EDWARDS, BERNARD/RODGERS, NILE GREGORY/CURRY, MARK/SMITH, JAMES TODD
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