Choose Up

[Verse] Ok, there he go again, talkin' that real Tellin' them how he feel That nigga need to chill He independent still He ain't even got a deal, he don't need one On his way to his first mill, Choose up season Is here for you to feel good when you press play Don't even trip, Cuffin' Season is on the way Wait a minute Let me slow that shit down Where's the crown? Give it to me, I got they attention now, yeah yeah Good thing I'm so patient, yeah Cause while them niggas was on vacation I was in the studio Making songs for the radio You may never heard about me Ask your girl I bet she know She know, she know about me They should call me LL Cool E The way I be writing them songs The way they be singing along It's like I can't do no wrong So get ready for the choose up Said get ready for the choose up (Choose up, choose up) Said will it be you, will it be you, will it be her Said will it be you, will it be you, will it be her Choose up [Skit] Let me tell you something This pimpin' that I got in my blood It came from a family trait My grand daddy was a pimp My great great great grand daddy was a pimp I'm talking pimpin' been since pimpin' been since been since pimpin' (It's in your blood line baby) It's on my blood, and you will never be that (Why, why?) Because you was boring All the people in your family was assistant pimps ([?] pimp, I never did not hear that, I thought you was the one the Lord chose)