Passion (Explicit) - LL Cool J

Lyrics by：JT Smith/Kamaal Fareed/Herbie Hancock

Composed by：JT Smith/Kamaal Fareed/Herbie Hancock

Produced by：Q-Tip

Passion

Passion

Passion

Passion

Y'all need a new team

Like a girl with a BBL need new jeans

It's in my DNA

To let 'em play in the enclave

Percolate while songs play

Andre the Giant 3000 ways make 'em obey

I'm seasoned with it

Floor seats who need ticket

Time's up get your signs and pickets

Wanna see me in the desert

But your man's liquid

Sun shining old diamonds

New blue face starin' at my

Pocket lining 'cause I put the time in

Freak of nature with the bars

Broken English got me foreign cars

Rolls-Royce for some RR

Uh

Passion

Diss tracks can't distract a mack

Too hot to troll I'm so cold

Whether Fahrenheit or Celsius these niggas know

Below zero

Farmers Boulevard superhero

Word to Swizz Beatz we rep like X-Men

Temptation Darkman or Malcolm

Different moods gifted dudes

You picked up on the jewels if you're shrewd

On the first stream had 'em glued

Dominate the new era in my Yankee fitted

Being prodigious with the lyrics brings digits

Told you I was post-modern

Contemporary Queens niggas vibes is Harlem

On the job all day check the resumé going in

For references check Smithsonian

Wild style smooth linoleum

Honey goin' crazy and my

Key open legs like custodians

Passion

Passion

We can make money or make excuses

Better be easy I'm ruthless

Hella paper tigers all toothless

But Tony Montana blueprint is useless

Some people ignore facts

I love scarface but that nigga

With the chainsaw fell on the mat

We just act like we don't see that

Asking where the w**d at

Eliminate the mids when

The speakers givin' feedback

That's based on my rep

You in trouble if you step

Believe that

Flash gold rollies

On niggas that don't know me

They know what time it is

Better watch your six

Grandpops was a Mason

My homie moved the bricks

Solid as a tutor I teach 'em to hit licks

I'm a dog with this f****

There's food in my pen

You would think I breed pits

Triple entendre I'm stealing on this f****

My jewelry black and yellow like Wiz

If this ain't inspiration what is

On some Creflo Dollar slick

Pop my collar f****

What we came for we gotta get

No boatload of coke but a lot of hits

Passion

All these niggas blue in

The face when I come in the place

Money tracking

You could run a relay race in my safe

Bimmy smiled freckle-faced

When he showed me an eighth

Went legit niggas still

Driving slow in the Wraith

We was bringing cash in

Before the new Kew Motor

Inn sign was flashing

Baby girl is laughing

'Cause my slang is old-fashioned

That's always been your problem

Dennis no passion