I can't explain it You know it's that moment It's just that moment Y' know wa' I'm sayin? I can't explain it Can't explain it My love, when we're together
huh, I can't explain it ... You know it's that moment It's just that moment Y'knahmsayin? I can't explain it [Chorus: singers] w/ ad libs Can't explain it
Prevod: LL Cool J. Ne morem razložiti.
non-rappin rejects While the whole world ejects your tape, it ain't no secret That your shit sounds fake, you can't stop it my mind state Makes it
to cool at the jams And if the MC ain't workin, I smack the mic out his hands If the beat ain't slammin and the deejay ain't def I snatch the needle
I can't stop LL Cool J Eternally hot It's time for war It's time for war It's time for war It's time for war It's time for war (Uh) It's time for war
joke's on you, jack) Yes, it's on you, jack Don't understand? then let me explain How I can get funky like this all day You really didn't think that this
get below the belt and beat it like a boxing jab Hit it then I quit it like I dropped out of a boxing class Know how we doing it, we been chopped and screwing it
outta these non-rappin' rejects While the whole world ejects your tape, it ain't no secret That your shit sounds fake, you can't stop it my mind state Makes it
While the whole world ejects your tape, it ain't no secret That your shit sounds fake, you can't stop it my mind state Makes it too late for cops in
explain! [Chorus (LL Cool J)] Don't do the crime, if you can't do the time (Crime Stories!) Don't do the crime, if you can't do the time Don't do the
it's five two, nobody listens Okay, you don't believe that it's true Even my mom still thinks it's fifty-two Now I tried to explain but it's no use
me, I'ma blaze em, In practical practice, my style's even greater, Can't you see what I'm spittin, Can't you hear the difference, Compared to me,
I got an army full of women screamin' "Head shots" I guess that explains it, don't it She started to make a mark but it came apart That's what you get
L, I can't give you yours I'll do all the work, you ain't gotta be bothered You can be his dad, I'll be his father I relate though, so I know it hurts
famous freak whether you like it or not So before you start walking and your beak starts squawking Let me explain to you who is talking I'm LL Cool J
and sell that t-shirt. It's eight, I said eight, yo. Na, I don't think so. It's seven. Whatever, dude. It's the P-a-t-r-i-c-k with the t-h-c m d-m- a
