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    Another Dollar

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    Another Dollar

      About "Another Dollar"

      Lyrics for LL Cool J - "Another Dollar"

      AKA John Mickens
      AKA John Mickens
      AKA John Mickens
      AKA John Mickens
      AKA John Mickens
      AKA John Mickens
      AKA John Mickens
      AKA John Mickens
      I'm the king
      I floss rings, the new John Mickens
      I'm stayin' rich and keep the haters bitching
      From New York to Richmond, my shine is sickening
      Ice drips, frost bits, or forfeit shit
      I got to rewrite this mackin' game, baby
      Layin' in the barber shop, knowin' haters is shady
      Maybe, they sex young chicks and whips
      But I got lesbo' combos ridin' stick-shifts
      For no chips, I'm seein' four to eight lips
      Let me tell ya 'bout my life-style, players and chips, sick
      Mr. Smith, the rarest breed
      Separate the dimes from 'hoes like chronic seeds
      Lyrical swiftness
      Practice this, stop bein' actresses
      On mattresses with your legs up in the air
      Splash the crisp, John Micks, a millionaire

      Another Day, another dollar
      My fortune 500 is fully funded
      Joints I pumps, gives my pockets the mumps
      I'm the glossiest and the costliest
      Feel the force of this
      Lyrical arsonist
      Hotter, than a yacht with rottweilers
      Chicks in choppers with they thong sittin' proper
      The crisp poppa bringin' drama like soap operas
      The show stopper if you playas don't flow proper
      I'm the jiggiest, bitch, shit the wittiest
      Wonderin' why cats front on who's the williest
      Chill, relax, you cats will fall
      Ten mill, ten plaques upon my wall
      You stall, mix large, I see why y'all
      Mash ya like roaches then cop diamond broaches
      Supercalla, never mind the alladocious
      Sin the fellas, get blazed and you can quote this

      Another day, another dollar
      I'm the MC that you strive to be
      Competition is dead, 'cause ain't none of y'all live as me
      Handsome moody, I keep it raw, baby
      So save all the goodfella shit for Scorsese
      So iced up, they call me Mount Everest
      The many get honey ways draped over my headrest
      I run game from Fort Green to Maine
      I keep ya head noddin' like dope is in your vein
      Hail to the King Cajone, jing-a-ling
      I buy ya clicks loyalty with one pinkie ring
      Gotta be above average to grow cabbage
      I wreack havoc, do damage
      Don't have it
      Techniques up to par
      Yeah you, get ya black ass looped like Mardi Gras
      Chick soup too
      Hittin' me off in yo' car
      Blaze her in the alley 'cause she actin' bourgeois

      Another day, another dollar
      It's hard bein' the King, baby
      But someone's gotta do it

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