(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?
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
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
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
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?