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    1 In The Morning

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    1 In The Morning
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      Lyrics for LL Cool J - "1 In The Morning"

      It's one in the mornin',
      You know what time it is!
      It's one in the mornin'
      It's one in the mornin',
      You gonna have come out your clothes on this one
      It's one in the mornin'

      Yeah I'm still at it, the microphone addict
      You get your dome splattered, 'cause homey will not have it
      Your ashes get scattered across the Atlantic
      For actin' like you a teenage chick with her bra padded
      You might laugh at it, but if you do the knowledge
      It's really a tad tragic how they runnin' through they cabbage
      You know my track record, L battle like a savage
      I think and grow rich, that gives me the advantage
      Uncle LL, I got product for sale
      So I can bail Al Sharpton out of jail
      Somebody gotta do it, somebody in the black community
      Gotta get this money while y'all march for unity
      So march on, I'ma get my Bentley park on
      Then get my dogs a platform to bark on
      The realest brother, you Nicole Kidman, one of 'The Others'
      Children shiverin' under the covers
      The man in black, the tilted Fedora hat
      I'm bringin' it raw, you never want your money back
      I'm focused baby, livin' like a quarterback
      Playin' in the wishbone, L keep options black
      Systematically, burn you like calories
      Watch your mouth, go earn your lil' salary
      I'm a classic like Nike Airs and Wallabees
      You could catch it like the flu, homey follow me

      [Chorus]
      It's one in the mornin', flash the dough
      It's one in the mornin', crack the Mo'
      It's one in the mornin', get on the flo'
      It's one in the mornin', who want to go?

      That's right Sleeping Beauty, wake up see the light
      That Tylenol PM got you caught for your BM
      Everybody can see I'm the king of rippin' coliseums
      C'mon, youse a male groupie beggin' for per diem
      A fruitcake laid out in the masoleum
      I'm the richest man in Babylon, nobody could see him
      Money's my slave, it do what I say
      It cry for me, like Denzel in "Glory"
      But I broke the cycle, no more poverty
      I wonder if you hatin' on the low, probably!
      But cats know I'm real, I keep 'em on they heels
      Damn! Look at my body, coulda been a Navy Seal
      But you lack the discipline to do what I do
      Reinvention, I'm in the 11th dimension
      I'm a value stock pop, get it while it's hot
      Cause once I blow, I'ma split and that's it

      [Chorus: x2]

      Aye yo E it's one o'clock
      Time to get one and bounce baby
      It's time to get one and bounce,
      You know what time it is

      Your honor, last week he punched me in my face
      I want twenty million, you know he liftin' weights
      Last week, me and the President was takin' flicks
      Last week, my video dropped and you was sick
      Last week, I copped my lil' shorty some kicks
      That cost 29 hundred, homey you don't want it
      My ears stay flooded like your man stay blunted
      My American Express is Black, I'm at the Sumit
      The Benjamin Grier of Def Jam, y'all know
      My po'tfolio was sicker than polio
      For real God is good, he took me out the hood
      Got me livin' in a mansion like a big boy should
      And I never do Cribs, I ain't gonna have y'all fruitcakes
      Knowin' how I live, bed extra big
      You sit around, run your mouth, potbelly on the couch
      Claimin' you hot but honey what you wove out
      When she alone, pump L, I make her bounce
      You on the corner riskin' your life to sell a ounce
      Wish you was Pablo, lay in the carbo
      With a chick named Margo who flew from Chicago
      But no, in real life cats catch it
      It's not what you expected huh? Life kinda hectic huh?

      [Chorus: x2]

      Yeah yeah
      It's the definition
      Definition
      Definition potna, eleven in a row!

      SONGWRITERS:
      SMITH/BLACKMON
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