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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
LL COOL J
LL COOL J
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Todd Smith
James Todd Smith
Composer
Timothy Mosley
Timothy Mosley
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Timbaland
Timbaland
Producer
Demacio Castellon
Demacio Castellon
Recording Engineer
Jimmy Douglas
Jimmy Douglas
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Uh, yes, yes, y'all, feel the beat y'all
Freak, freak y'all
You don't stop
Uh, yes, yes, y'all, feel the beat y'all
Freak, freak y'all
You don't stop
When Def Jam signed me, they hit the lottery
It wasn't free, but don't call it a robbery
They underestimated me, quite possibly
It's like that when you a godfather B
I'm the greatest of all time, you heard that before
But now when I say it, it means so much more
'Cause it's so true, no hype man, no crew
No reason for ghostwriters, every year I get tighter
Mothers and daughters agree I'm on fire
Check ya T-Mobile, it's all over the wire
Cross your legs, baby, hide your desire
You think I'm hot? You preaching to the choir
Smiling and giggling, thirsting like Gilligan
More flavor than cinnamon, they rush with adrenaline
I make 'em nervous, I do it on purpose
I come back hotter, every time I resurface
Drop to your knees, baby, praise the king
Now ask Russell Simmons who built the west wing
I ain't gotta be cocky, I do the damn thing
Paint your girl with strawberry frosting
Internationally known and respected
You talk slick, I'm too large to be affected
You crank call, my cell's disconnected
You keep slipping, but my game's perfected
Uh, yes, yes, y'all, feel the beat y'all
Freak, freak y'all
You don't stop
Uh, yes, yes, y'all, feel the beat y'all
Freak, freak y'all
You don't stop
Uh, yes, yes, y'all, feel the beat y'all
Freak, freak y'all
You don't stop
Uh, yes, yes, y'all, feel the beat y'all
Freak, freak y'all
You don't stop
I'm a star for real, my aura is crazy
Hollywood love me, in the streets I'm gravy
Born with a gift to inspire the hood
You wanna outdo me and I wish you would
I'm the master separate from all these cats
I'm laughin' in '86, I balled like that
Honey catching feeling from sittin' in Maybachs
'Cause her project hall is smelling like Ajax
That's understandable, but everybody relax
Hate when folk get money and don't know how to act
I'm a multi-millionaire, homie, that's a fact
But it's not the ice that makes your wife react
Been had an entourage and platinum cards
Been getting Swedish massage in Boca Raton
What you think all them years I ain't pop no Don?
Or spend a night in Trump Towers with a blue-eyed blonde
I been did it, all my Benzes was kitted
When you talk like a baller, you tickle me with it
But, yeah, there's money out there, come on, let's get it
But I'ma get it in such a way you never forget it
Let's go, 20 platinum albums in a row
60 thousand fans, a three-hour show
I could care less who drop and blow
My name is LL, baby, that's beyond the flow
Uh, yes, yes, y'all, feel the beat y'all
Freak, freak y'all
You don't stop
Uh, yes, yes, y'all, feel the beat y'all
Freak, freak y'all
You don't stop
Uh, yes, yes, y'all, feel the beat y'all
Freak, freak y'all
You don't stop
Uh, yes, yes, y'all, feel the beat y'all
Freak, freak y'all
You don't stop
These rap cats get upset with me
When security clear out the V.I.P
If honey wanna lounge, we gon' see ID
Ain't no negotiating, you gon' pay my fee
I'm the boss, I call the shots to keep it hot
I don't have competition, I'm bigger than the slot
While you waste advances on grey market rocks
I cop municipal bonds and Walmart stocks
A family man but hard as a rock
And I die for my kids, so stay off my block
They might be impressed with you, but I'm not
After all these years, I still walk with a bop
Still keep the ink hot, still scheme like a fox
Still ready to battle, you don't want your career stopped
Industry shocked 'cause I mapped out a plot
And ran around humble with my joint on cock
Uh, yes, yes, y'all, feel the beat y'all
Freak, freak y'all
You don't stop
Uh, yes, yes, y'all, feel the beat y'all
Freak, freak y'all
You don't stop
Uh, yes, yes, y'all, feel the beat y'all
Freak, freak y'all
You don't stop
Uh, yes, yes, y'all, feel the beat y'all
Freak, freak y'all
You don't stop
Written by: James Todd Smith, Timothy Mosley
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