Jingle Baby

[Chorus] (They're jingling, baby) Go 'head, baby (They're jingling, baby) Go 'head, baby (They're jingling, baby) Go 'head, baby (They're jingling, baby) Go 'head, baby They call me Uncle L, Future of the Funk Records I recorded minus all the junk People spread gossip and believe what they must While I slam dunk fags and make em bite the dust A minute is needed to make a phony roni bleed And put him in a bucket like it's chicken feed Check out the, pick of the litter, not a quitter, I'm nice y'all And I'ma dust you off and dust you off twice You never heard this so observant all hysterical Fan-natics of the Asiatic miracle man Prominent, dominant, McCoy and I'm Real If you're another brother's fan? Forget how you feel Cause he's so-so, I got the instinct They call me Deputy Dog, now put your ass in the clink Innovating, devastating, and dope on the single now Let me see your earrings jingle [Chorus] I chopped you, chewed you, baked you and fucked you That shit you pop, you need to stop, you're kind of rude you No good nigga-boo trying to base How we living Holmes? Get out my face! I'm complete, in effect, and I can't fall I rise, surprise, and I advise you all To stand back and peep, don't sleep or doubt My skill'll get I'll, I turn the mother out I'm top-notch, you're still playing hop-scotch Now I'ma 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 Forget all the MC's who like to mingle Yo baby, let me see your earrings jingle [Chorus] When you first walked in, I ain't know what to think You grabbed the microphone like your {shit} don't stink And tried to run down that, I can't get over that Bullshit you were sayin', you call that a battle rap? How you gonna go against an army with a handgun? I'm Cool J, yo you don't understand, son I'm a legend, on top of that I'm livin' Now you look stupid like that {bitch} Ms. Givens Whoever geesed you up, nah, how should I say it? Whoever set you up, they knew just how to play it Cause man, YO, I feel for you brother I'm a bad (Word to my mother!) Taking out suckers while the ladies pucker And rolling over niggas like a redneck trucker Innovating, devastating, and dope on a single, now Lemme see your earrings jingle [Chorus] Yeah baby, you know what I mean? You like be jingling crazy, word (yeah yeah yeah) All over this funky beat You be like jingling, and your earrings be jingling And shaking all over the place and all It's like real, it's real wild to me honey ya know what I mean? The way you be jingling, word [Chorus] Can't believe you tried to grip the same mic as me Your grip's too weak, you can't hold it, B You can dream of making progress and getting this nice But when I roll up, it's like Hip Hop Vice I serve to curbs, I never swerve I'm superb Every word you heard played tricks on your nerves You played your hand, lost track of your plan When I show up, I blow up, end of story, my man I'm a play you like a poker chip, that's what you get I bet your fret, sweat, and regret you met The titan of fighting, exciting when writing, you trifling toy-boy I gotta enlighten, so start biting You know you can't create and get mean like this When I'm on the court, G, it's strictly swish! When it's all over, said and done, my friend They say, "That {bad motherfucker} just scored again" So take a step back, give me some room to wreck shop Here's your token back, you're getting off at the next stop I'ma deliver and give a speech with vigor I drink some Olde E and start waxing (niggas) [Chorus: x2]