Letra No Airplay de LL Cool J original

Intro:

Y'all wanna put it on tape and do all the real BACKWARDS>?
Ya just wanna go straight to dat? Aight
You don't wanna mix it or nuttin? Aight let's do it
You want me to do the hook part too?
Check it out uhh, check it out uhh
Yeah it's that Uncle L BACKWARDS>, you know, word up
Ain't no doubt about this, I'm settin this BACKWARDS> right in here
Yeah yeah yeah, I'm gonna sex this up, yeah go like this here
Check it out

Verse 1:

I'm beatin BACKWARDS> against the BACKWARDS> up out their boots
Flame throwin their troops, they can't recoup from drinkin acid soup
Spectacular, benacular, miraculous raw BACKWARDS>
Scooped off the concrete to make a hit
Tearin BACKWARDS> out the hinges, competition cringes
in the trenches, killin for mere inches
Word to mama, I tongue kiss a piranha
Electricute a barricuda for tryin to bring the drama
I get more ass than a toilet seat
So put your ballerina shoes on and tiptoe down my BACKWARDS>
Your motherBACKWARDS> deathwish will be soloist
R-double O-K-I-E you ain't stylish
It's motherBACKWARDS> arson from here to Parsons
You're BACKWARDS> dawson, it's murder, when I step in the door run
for your motherBACKWARDS> life, get ghost
or taste the toast and get your BACKWARDS> hung on a goalpost
Startin at'cha neck to check ya for respect
Ya back get snapped, your lower spine gets wet
Hips get ripped and then your thighs start to slide
I'm up thru BACKWARDS>hole and BACKWARDS> up your inside

Hook:

And don't be gettin no airplay
A jam that'cha love, a jam that'cha love
It's a jam that'cha love that don't be gettin no airplay
A jam that'cha love, a jam that'cha love

Verse 2:

Yeah, the rugged ass style I possess
They got the BACKWARDS> goin from Bel Air to baggin up sess
BACKWARDS>! MotherBACKWARDS> right BACKWARDS> in his corn
You shoulda never put me on this mic, you was warned
I got BACKWARDS> chasin behind my path for garbage bags
hopin to bring in to throw old rhyme to one of da fags
Huh, I'm on my motherBACKWARDS> game like dat
I put it in your chest and make your heart go flat
All the motherBACKWARDS> tracks in the world can't save ya
when I drop these chains on ya brain and enslave ya
Once you was on a pedestal now ya gettin ridiculed
BACKWARDS> is critical, we're fightin at the pinnacle
I'm burnin BACKWARDS> like a cracker do a cross
Ain't no three-in-a-row tic tac toe, this is a real flow boss
Makin BACKWARDS> understand my language
then they rap and vanish and camouflage the damage

Interlude:

To whom it may concern, youknowhutI'msayin?
We're gonna do this right here, word is bond, huh huh
Cos it's a jam that you love that don't be gettin no airplay
(A jam that'cha love that don't be gettin no airplay)
I wanna do that one right yo

Verse 3:

To whom it may concern on this motherBACKWARDS> test
I got the zest to clip ya thru ya vest
Little shortys with big 40's talkin loud, actin proud
BLAOW! Now ya chokin off a black cloud
Rollin El's til your brain swells
Inhale deep sleep and dust me off them old ass Rock The Bells
You motherBACKWARDS>, you fruitcakes, you fakin jacks
You BACKWARDS> don't want it, I'm burnin up the wax
I'm a trailblazin, gun totin, renegade
black ass New York BACKWARDS> choppin like a blade
Bullshinanigans, country ass mannequins
MotherBACKWARDS> frontin and I bet you ain't no slam again
Yeah what? I siad it and BACKWARDS> sweat it
What? You catch a heat-seekin missile in ya gut

Outro:

Ha ha, word is bond yo
It's a jam that'cha love that don't be gettin no airplay
Yeah, ha ha, word is bond
Y'knowhutI'msayin? I'm catchin motherBACKWARDS> wreck in here,
knowI'msayin?
BACKWARDS> to all them rookies, BACKWARDS> word up ha ha
Yo I got the laugh, word, knowI'msayin?
And sometimes BACKWARDS> skill boys, you just gotta laugh at
motherBACKWARDS>
Ha ha, yeah uhh
A jam that'cha love that don't be gettin no airplay
A jam that'cha love, a jam that'cha love
Yeah, I wanna shout it out to my motherBACKWARDS> BACKWARDS> around
Farmers
My BACKWARDS> Zeus, knowI'msayin? My mother BACKWARDS> minnan right
diddere
Spit at the tissturn t-t-t-tables all L willing a-a-a-able,
youknowI'msayin?
Get mad busy in this BACKWARDS>, y'knowI'msayin?
My BACKWARDS> don't give a BACKWARDS>, word up
Set that BACKWARDS> off right, uhh