L.L. Cool J - We Came To Party - Sözleri

I just wanna make sweet love to you, baby, you know what I'm saying?

I just wanna touch you all over… aw, please!

We Came To Party! We Came To Party!

We Came To Party! We Came To Party!

We Came To Party! We Came To Party!

Hey look, I've got my hands all on your body!





Ain't no problem, I'm on it – oldest man in the club

Also one of the richest, a hundred bottles of bub

It's just me and the Russians, we get all of the love

They was aware of the image, they wanna see what he does

TMZ in my face, Oprah all on my couch

Now I'm hosting the Grammys, what is this all about?

International baller, I must admit I had doubts

If they wasn't callin' me back, they was callin' me out

Game moved to the South, I just closed my mouth

Intellect like Belichick when he be switching the routes

I'm too old for the games, no time for the lames

Next challenge? Get this generation screaming my name

Who could do what I did? Boy, I must be the shit

Waved 106 & Park to play date with the kids

People texting my wife, tryna ruin my night

So I help 'em mind they business with some bottles on ice





We Came To Party! We Came To Party!

We Came To Party! We Came To Party!

We Came To Party! We Came To Party!

Hey look, I've got my hands all on your body!

We Came To Party! We Came To Party!

We Came To Party! We Came To Party!

We Came To Party! We Came To Party!

Hey look, I've got my hands all on your body!





Desctruction in the club!

Desctruction in the club!

Desctruction in the club!

Desctruction in the club!

Desctruction in the club!








Desctruction in the club!

Desctruction in the club!

Desctruction in the club!





Oh, no… Big Snoop Dogg

Ice so cold you can see it through the fog

To walk in my shoes it'll be a little jog

And if you step by the pockets, you gon' be up in the morgue

The peoples is peepin', peepinThe bitches is dippin', dippinSo this is the mission, listen, I turn this shit up

It's the party-rocking, nonstopping, four-hopping, rip and rock

Drippin' in this motherfucker, burn up, now turn up!





We ain't flirtin', we talkin' – we ain't dancin', we walkinTeenagers is pointin', couple cougars are hawkinI don't come here that often, but it's totally awesome

When you livin' for real, I don't consider it flossinPanty lines are crossin', I'm proceedin' with caution

I don't shit where I eat, gotta manage your portions

LL Cool J, I'm like the old-school orphan

Representing alone, sittin' on factory chrome

Shades on, in the zone – Kool Aid smile on my face

My security's strapped, ain't no beef, just in case

Me and my man Rich Whites, we in Vegas tonight

Claudine on the celly, make sure that money is right

Red carpet and tuxes, always where the bucks is

Paparazzi are snapping, I can't believe this is happening

Frustrating the haters, they're so sick of me rapping

I'm enjoying your blog, I've got the same type of passion









Fatman Scoop – Maserati Cool J!

Fatman Scoop – Maserati Cool J!

Fatman Scoop – Maserati Cool J!

Fatman Scoop – Maserati Cool J!

They ain't think I can do it, that's why I had to debut it

And let the critics review it, that way I spit and it's Buicks

Since the beginning, I knew it – rollin' an L in the Buick

Had the guts to pursue it, that's how a legend should do it








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