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    Jingling Baby

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    Jingling Baby
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      About "Jingling Baby"

      Lyrics for LL Cool J - "Jingling Baby"

      [Chorus]
      (They're jingling, baby) Go 'head, baby
      (They're jingling, baby) Go 'head, baby
      (They're jingling, baby) Go 'head, baby
      (They're jingling, baby) Go 'head, baby

      They call me Uncle L, Future of the Funk
      Records I recorded minus all the junk
      People spread gossip and believe what they must
      While I slam dunk fags and make em bite the dust
      A minute is needed to make a phony roni bleed
      And put him in a bucket like it's chicken feed
      Check out the, pick of the litter, not a quitter, I'm nice y'all
      And I'ma dust you off and dust you off twice
      You never heard this so observant all hysterical
      Fan-natics of the Asiatic miracle man
      Prominent, dominant, McCoy and I'm Real
      If you're another brother's fan?
      Forget how you feel
      Cause he's so-so, I got the instinct
      They call me Deputy Dog, now put your ass in the clink
      Innovating, devastating, and dope on the single now
      Let me see your earrings jingle

      [Chorus]

      I chopped you, chewed you, baked you and fucked you
      That shit you pop, you need to stop, you're kind of rude you
      No good nigga-boo trying to base
      How we living Holmes?
      Get out my face!
      I'm complete, in effect, and I can't fall
      I rise, surprise, and I advise you all
      To stand back and peep, don't sleep or doubt
      My skill'll get I'll, I turn the mother out
      I'm top-notch, you're still playing hop-scotch
      Now I'ma do ya while the party people watch
      You're real funny, you really try to go for yours
      But I know why: you ain't had no dough before
      So you tried and lied to drain my fame
      This ain't a game, yo, you know my name
      Forget all the MC's who like to mingle
      Yo baby, let me see your earrings jingle

      [Chorus]

      When you first walked in, I ain't know what to think
      You grabbed the microphone like your {shit} don't stink
      And tried to run down that, I can't get over that
      Bullshit you were sayin', you call that a battle rap?
      How you gonna go against an army with a handgun?
      I'm Cool J, yo you don't understand, son
      I'm a legend, on top of that I'm livin'
      Now you look stupid like that {bitch} Ms. Givens
      Whoever geesed you up, nah, how should I say it?
      Whoever set you up, they knew just how to play it
      Cause man, YO, I feel for you brother
      I'm a bad (Word to my mother!)
      Taking out suckers while the ladies pucker
      And rolling over niggas like a redneck trucker
      Innovating, devastating, and dope on a single, now
      Lemme see your earrings jingle

      [Chorus]

      Yeah baby, you know what I mean?
      You like be jingling crazy, word
      (yeah yeah yeah)
      All over this funky beat
      You be like jingling, and your earrings be jingling
      And shaking all over the place and all
      It's like real, it's real wild to me honey ya know what I mean?
      The way you be jingling, word

      [Chorus]

      Can't believe you tried to grip the same mic as me
      Your grip's too weak, you can't hold it, B
      You can dream of making progress and getting this nice
      But when I roll up, it's like Hip Hop Vice
      I serve to curbs, I never swerve I'm superb
      Every word you heard played tricks on your nerves
      You played your hand, lost track of your plan
      When I show up, I blow up, end of story, my man
      I'm a play you like a poker chip, that's what you get
      I bet your fret, sweat, and regret you met
      The titan of fighting, exciting when writing, you trifling toy-boy
      I gotta enlighten, so start biting
      You know you can't create and get mean like this
      When I'm on the court, G, it's strictly swish!
      When it's all over, said and done, my friend
      They say, "That {bad motherfucker} just scored again"
      So take a step back, give me some room to wreck shop
      Here's your token back, you're getting off at the next stop
      I'ma deliver and give a speech with vigor
      I drink some Olde E and start waxing (niggas)

      [Chorus: x2]

      SONGWRITERS:
      SIMON, DWAYNE EMIL/SMITH, JAMES TODD /
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