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    M.I.S.S. (Bonus Track)

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    M.I.S.S. (Bonus Track)
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    By LL Cool J

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      Lyrics for LL Cool J - "M.I.S.S. (Bonus Track)"

      Welcome to a brand new day
      Welcome to a brand new day
      Welcome to a brand new day
      Welcome to a brand new day

      Word up, this shit gon' be ill
      (Uh-huh, uh-huh..) raw like sushi
      Love paper like Ricky love Lucy
      Pop collars, L got heat
      Fifteen years, I'm thorough on the street
      Flood the rap game with product
      That bullshit video, I don't know why you shot it
      The biggest L of them all, "Hollis to Hollywood"
      and I still play the wall, y'all's get the balls
      motherfucker, Duke fold like singles
      Bass from my joint make your clitoris tingle
      That's my word scrams, stupid ass in the club
      You buy a bitch a drink, now you falling in love
      I gave y'all the love game you thought I was soft
      Now you whining like a bitch over some broad you lost
      Playboy bunny got you feeling all crummy
      Y'all niggas want the honey all we want is the money

      [Chorus]
      M.I. crooked letter, crooked letter
      I, nigga want to hump-that I
      M.I. crooked letter, crooked letter
      I, nigga want to hump-that I

      I had a bad shooby-doobie for ya
      Down in Georgetown fucking with the Hoyas
      Looking for a dark-skin chocolate chick
      Bowlegged with a perm and the ass was thick
      Blacker the berry - well you know the rest
      She got the most rhythm, she ride the best
      Talking midnight black, nappy hair with peas in the back
      Scratch my pipe up every time I hit that (oow)
      She don't look Hawaiian, she not Puerto Rican
      No disrespect mami, but tonight L creeping
      with the darkest honey I could find
      Can't hit a light-skinned dime all the time
      Get your black ass over here, you out your mind?
      I'll turn Halle Berry down for you anytime
      Black queen, dark and lovely, sippin on my bubbly
      First you got to love yourself, then you can love me

      [Chorus: x2]

      I still love you light skin, I'll pimp y'all too
      When I cruise through your hood girl, whatcha gon' do?
      I heard only pretty boys get to run wit you
      Topless in my six now, is that really true?
      Baby look at you, your whole yellow crew
      Cute baby face but look at what you bout to do?
      "Si'l vous plais ma cherie, merci beaucoup"
      When my joint up in her mouth, she like, "You speak French too?"

      [Chorus: x2]

      SONGWRITERS:
      SEACER JR, LEVI/STEELE, BILLY/MACK, CRAIG J./SMITH, JAMES A./RIVERA, ANTHONY (US 1)
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