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    After School

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    After School
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      About "After School"

      Lyrics for LL Cool J - "After School"

      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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