Another Dollar Lyrics by L.l. Cool J

Another Dollar Lyrics

    Aka john mickens (8x)

    I'm the king.
    I floss rings, the new john mickens
    Uhh, i'm stayin' rich and keep the haters bitchin
    From new york to richmond, my shine is sickenin
    Ice drips, frost bits, or forfeit shit
    I got to rewrite this mackin' game, baby
    Layin' in the barber shop, knowin' haters is shady
    Maybe, they sex young chicks and whips
    But i got lesbo combos ridin' stick-shifts
    For no chips, i'm seein' 4 to 8 lips
    Let me tell ya 'bout my life-style, playas and chips, sick
    Mr. smith, the rarest breed
    Separate the dimes from 'hoes like chronic seeds
    Miraculous
    Lyrical swiftness
    Practice this, stop bein' actresses
    On mattresses with your legs up in the air
    Splash the crisp.. john micks, a millionaire

    Anutha day ... anutha dolla

    My fortune 500 is fully funded
    Joints i pumps, gives my pockets the mumps
    I'm the glossiest and the costliest
    Feel the force of this
    Lyrical arsenist
    Hotter .. than a yacht with rottweillers
    Chicks in choppers with they thong sittin' proper
    The crisp poppa bringin' drama like soap operas
    The show stopper if u playas don't flow proper
    I'm the jiggiest, bitch, shit the wittiest
    Wonderin' why cats front on who's the williest
    Chill, relax, you cats will fall
    10 mill, 10 plaques upon my wall
    You stall, mix large, i see y'all
    Mash ya like roaches then cop diamond broaches
    Supercalla - nevermind the alladocious
    Sin the fellas, get blazed and you can quote this

    Anutha day ... anutha dolla

    I'm the mc that you strive to be
    Competition is dead, cuz ain't none of y'all live as me
    Handsome moody, i keep it raw, baby
    So save all the goodfella shit for scorsece
    So iced up, they call me mount everest
    The many get honey ways draped over my headrest
    I run game from fort green to maine
    I keep ya head noddin' like dope is in your vein
    Hail to the king cajone .. jing-a-ling
    I buy ya clicks loyalty with one pinkie ring
    Gotta be above average to grow cabbage
    I wreack havoc, do damage
    Don't have it
    Uh huh .. techniques up to par
    Yeah you, get ya black ass looped like mardi gras
    Chick soup too
    Hittin' me off in yo' car
    Blaze her in the alley cuz she actin' bourgeoise

    Anutha day .. anutha dolla

    Ahhh man ... it's hard bein' the king, baby
    But someone's gotta do it, haha

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