Letra de The FORCE - LL COOL J

The force of hip-hop will reign forever

Smooth as Luther Vandross down at St. Andros

Charter on the yacht while we boppin' to Pop Smoke

Somebody tell immigration them cases is wardrobe

Succulent juices, we sip Pétruses in Bordeaux

Never losin' my memories of Farmers and Old Gold

Before "Check Out the Melody", his neck was a light show, that's light though

Always gotta come with the right flow, we like dough

Learned that from Chuck, Rich and Alpo, uptown so

Now we out here runnin' with billy goats, it's natural

Speak game on the C plane

Now the blue-faces matchin' the deep waves

Shorty took the pics solo, know no one see things

Now she hoppin' out the Range Rover in PJ's, Louie frames

Ain't new to game, she true to game, ain't doin' lames

If opportunity knock, we'd bet you do the same

Teamwork make the dream work, review the game

We just call it like we see it, it's up to you to name

You complain that your team is cold

Rewind the time, turn your back into Panthers, we eat a GOAT

Unbelievable, but the goal is achievable

Y'all ain't the only one gettin' it, boy, we schemin' too

Speedin' through, two seater coupe

We ain't part of Illuminati, we just the realest crew

We dream too, that's how Madonna got smashed by Peter Shue

You know, I was wondering, you know

The force, it's got a lot of power and

The force, it's got a lot of power and

The force, it's got a lot of power and

The force, it makes me feel like

Chef's in the kitchen while we out fly fishin' (Ooh, ooh!)

Water so clean, you can see the fish pissin'

Convos on the speed boat, just listen

She servin' for the Birkin and the signature edition (The force)

VVS to death 'cause we understood the mission

Now we Sky Dwellin', rebellin' against the system

Bad boys before P. Diddy and the Pistons

Doin' better numbers than Harvard mathematicians

Farmers Boulevard, coolin', 9 double parked

On the eat with them paper plates, she gotta hustle smart

Someone caught a bullet, they ain't talkin' 'bout the charge (The force)

Inspiration for my soldiers walkin' in the yard

Open seas at high speed, floatin' like a god

Feel the breeze, sip Chablis, bust open a cigar

Over time, her tan lines look like a work of art

Now the hub, but she pop bubbs in hot tubs

And she love to lay on plush rugs for foot rubs

So what's up? (The force)

You feelin' the force, we got plugs (The force)

Put you onto power, plug you in and light you up bruh (The force)

It take a team to get a chip

Medallion swingin', money machines in the whip

If you want a bankroll, follow the code, don't slip

You can't get frustrated king, we don't quit (The force)

Gettin' money is automatic, that's why we drop sticks

If we wasn't doin' this, it'd be ninety nine bricks

So we glad we on the yacht with the boss and doin' some real shit (Ooh!)

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