Lyrics of Song Jinglin Baby remixed But Still Jinglin

[and you say new york city...] {2x}

Chorus:
(they´re jinglin´, baby) go ´head, baby. {4x}

Uncle. l. future of the funk. records i recorded minus all the junk.
People spread gossip and believe what they must,
But i slam dunk punks and make ´me bite the dust.
A minute is needed to make a phony roni bleed,
And put ´em in a bucket like he´s chicken feed.
Check out the...pick of the litter, not a quitter, i´m nice (nice-nice);
And i´m-a dust you off and dust you off twice.
I heard it´s all observant, hysterical fan-
-natics of the asiatic miracle man.
Prominent, dominant, mccoy and i´m real.
Another brother´s fan? forget how you feel.
He´s so-so, i got the instinct.
They call me deputy dog to put your booty in the clink.
You´re dancin´ to a marley marl remix single, love:
Let me see your earrings jingle, love...

Chorus {4x}

I chopped you, chewed you, baked you, and schooled you.
That slop you pop, you need to stop, you´re kind of rude you
No good niggaboo tryin´ to base, how we livin´, homes? get out my face!
I´m complete, in effect, and i can´t maul.
Rise, suprise, and i advise you all.
To stand back and peep, don´t sleep or doubt.
My skill´ll get ill, i turn the mother out, huh.
I´m top-notch, you´re playin´ hop-scotch.
Now i´m-a 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.
Innovating, devastating, and dope on a single, now,
Dance to my remix single...

Chorus {4x}

When you first walked in, i ain´t know what to think,
Cuz you grabbed the microphone like your booty don´t stink.
And tried to run down that, i can´t get over that
Garbage you were sayin´: you call that a battle rap?
How you gonna go against an army with a handgun?
I´m l.l., and you don´t understand, son.
I´m a legend, on top of that i´m livin´.
Now you look booty like that bum miss givins.
Whoever geesed you up...nah, how should i say it?
Whoever set you up, they knew just how to play it.
Cuz man, yo, i feel for ya brother, i´m a baaaaaad...
(word to the mother!)
Takin´ out sucker while the ladies pucker,
And rollin´ over punks like a redneck trucker.
Innovating, devastating, and dope on a single, now...
Lemme see your earrings jingle...

Chorus {4x} ...break down!
[organ instrumental]
Chorus {4x}

Can´t believe you tried to get the same mic as me,
Your grip´s too weak, you can´t hold it, b.
You can dream of makin´ progress and gettin´ this nice,
But when i roll up, it´s like hip hop vice.
Serve to curbs, i never swerve a superb.
Every word you heard played tricks on your nerves.
Played your hand, lost track of your plan,
When i show up, i blow up, end of story, my man.
Play you like a poker chip, that´s what you get.
I bet your fret, sweat, and regret you met
The titan of fightin´, excitin´ when writin´,
You´re trite from the toy, boy, i gotta enlight, so start bitin´.
You know you can´t create and get mean like this;
When i´m on the court, g, it´s strictly swisssshhhh!
When it´s all over, said and done, my friend,
They´ll say, "l.l. cool j just scored again."
So take a step back, give me some room to wreck shop.
Here´s your token back, you´re gettin´ off at the next stop.
I´m-a deliver and give a speech with vigor.
Pass the wine cooler you big black.... (laughter)

Chorus {8x}
[and you say new york city] {4x}
[organ instrumental]