Ain't nobody as hot as us East side West side North side South side Let's ride The gold is now taking over the building It's time for some of that old That good old Yankee up north, dirty south Yankee music It ain't where you from, homie It's how hot you are Nicolette, let's come on I be that Through streets, ain't far from the N.Y. Doing my thing all day, yeah, this her Nicolette on the track, matter of fact, bring her back Tell me what you think about her Who you know with the flow so loco On the dirty south track on the N.Y., no I be on it, I be on it Y'all cats don't really want it Y'all don't want it, y'all just frontin' Homeboy didn't back up off me I'm a young fly soldier Thought I told ya, wack cats, it's gon' be over I'm a supernova and troller Anything that'll get a hold of I'm a supernova and troller Anything that'll get a hold of Take it back up to the N.Y. Show them how we do what we do and why We pullin' in, I ride Drivin' slow, I pass them by You see I pay for haters hatin' But it's still all good And if you're lookin' for me You can catch me in my hood Just doin' my thing, got the ring bling Don't get it misunderstood Nicolette, LL on the same track, bring her back Tell me what you think about that Boys tryna holla but I ain't havin' that You better have game, you better come correct me Girl, Nicolette don't like lame cats Tell me what you think about that Let's go In the club with your men But it really don't matter If I see him from afar This is what I yell, matter Hey, over there, over there Oh, get over here, over here In the club with your girls I'm in here with my bands Want your girls, me, my boys We can all be friends Hey, over there, over there Oh, get over here, over here Come on now, it ain't no fun If the uncle don't get none Gotta get it poppin' The track is knockin' The Bentley's rockin' Over those I'm supposed to roast I'm with every bar I'm droppin' Every time I drop, they coppin' Every single line I lay is lockin' If you a hater, boy, stop your blottin' It'll be your blood we moppin' Talk about that major flavor Heat up, cut like a razor Lyrically, I shake and bake ya You can see I get that paper Benzette like Darth Vader Hoppin' out on player haters It's in my n-n-nature Never been a smoother operator Switch it up, hit it up, get it up Let it up, your girl from the back like Gideon I come, I run, you like my son I blow the whole goddamn city up Inside that long, white, milky Bentley Like I just picked Diddy up Think about that, why you doubt that? You a big mac, you can't count that High form off, then I bounce back Gotta lookin' like a whole pack, I back Uncle L. at Go-Go, shout that Ask Master P, I'm bout that Everybody know I'm holdin' In the party pockets, foldin' Rockin', rollin', competition Catchin' colds and they callin' It's tough, but you win But it really don't matter If I see you from afar This is what I yell, matter Hey, over there, over there Over there, over there Get over here, over here In the club with your girls I'm in here with my bands Won't your girls meet my boys? We can all be friends Hey, over there, over there Get over here, over here What up, y'all, y'all know us Know the party ain't ill till we show up Once we hit the scene, the chicks go nuts Sorry if I intervene, momma, so what? Pour more cops to the drink Cops to the good stuff Till I'm all drunk in the place Run a curse to the face Makin' the dudes wanna hate Cuz we them new dudes in the state Me and the club straight chillin' These girls, they be feelin' me Feel like a barbecue show They keep grillin' me Yelpin' the club, throwin' stacks With a ceiling beam Do it well, us, LL Don't feelin' me, dudes not feelin' me Because we walked in the door Lookin' fly, that airplane That's not touchin' the floor What it do, what it do Beat the flow, get you When it move, body move to the tune Yes, sir DJ, let it boom in the room ***, ***, smoke like a spoon Now I'm livin' with her Going hot like June Gon' drop real soon Let them know that Queens in the house This jam rock from the north to the south I'm a young bad boy, shut your mouth Shut your mouth, turn it around Shake a little bit, drop down to the ground Most of the time, no stop, four pounds Before we wasn't there, but we popular now She get popular now People love us when we drop from the sound Come to your hood, we be rockin' your town Go to the show, we be rockin' the crowd Get guap by the thousand Woo, y'all lookin' a little out of breath Ayo, Chickie, let's slow it down for me, playboy Come on and roll with the kid Back to the crib, car real fast Bed real big, just like that I'ma get them stacks Got screaming out my neck, my back Work it all night, say no tease Gonna get scarred from the scars I'ma get them stacks Come on and roll with the kid Back to the crib, car real fast Bed real big, just like that I'ma get them stacks Got screaming out my neck, my back Work it all night, say no tease Gonna get scarred from the sweat that we've No, you can't drive, it's too much speed Just sit back and enjoy that breeze I'm a man today, but not tomorrow That's the life of a superstar Wanna be involved, better be aware Tiki Diamonds got women everywhere Do it on the floor, stare to the chair Do it on the beat, put your hands to the snare Got you on the beat, Chanel swimwear Got you girls screamin' that it ain't that fair If they can come too, got enough bread Switch to the truck, nothing more said Kid, don't be scared Do it on the floor, stare to the chair Do it on the beat, put your hands to the snare Got you on the beat, Chanel swimwear Got you girls screamin' that it ain't that fair If they can come too, got enough bread Switch to the truck, nothing more said Kid, don't play, just too clean That's what it is when I come from Queens On a lean, big black truck Coming through like I'm moving that stuff I just get checks, just get next Girls on the crib, running round, what next? Gotta go back to the grind, back to the tracks Back to the grind, back to the days That I lost my mind Hold up, hold up, hold up Ayo, you hear these young players on this track This is crazy Ayo, come on and roll with me Back to the crib, back to the crib Over there, over there, over there Your mama call me L.L. Cool J Yeah, I said, uh, your mama call me L.L. Cool J A.K.A., Mr. How Does He Do It A.K.A., The Godfather Yoda A.K.A., Da Uncle Elvis Ooh, yeah See ya, I'm a lead by example Share some of that money, punk Stop blocking these young boys from getting in You heard?