Lyrics:

(Verse)
Okey, there ya go again, talking that real
Telling 'em how he feel, that nigga need to chill
He independent still...
He ain't even got a deal, he don't need one
One his way to his first mill', Choose up season
Is here for ya to feel good when ya press play
Don't even trip, Cuffing Season is on the way
Wait a minute! Lemme slow that shit down
Where's the crown? Give it to me, I got they attention now, yeah-eh-yeah
Good thing I'm so patient, yeah cuz while them niggas was on vacation
I was in the studio makin' songs fo' the radio
You may never heard about me, ask yo girl, I bet she know
She know, she know about me! They should call me LL Cool E
The way I be writin' them songs, the way they be singin' along
It's like I can't do no wrong so get ready for the choose up
Hmmm, so get ready for the choose up
(Choose up, choose up)
Said will it be you, will it be you, will it be her?
Said will it be you, will it be you, will it be her?
Choose up! Uppppp!

(Outr0)
Lemme tell you somethin'
This pimping that I got in my blood
It came from a family trait
My grand daddy was a p.i.m.p.
My great great great grand daddy was a p.i.m.p.
I'm talking pimpin' been since pimpin' been since been since pimpin'
(It's in your bloodline, baby)
It's on my blood, and you will never be that
(Why, why?)
Becuz you was borin'
All the people in yo family was assistant pimps
(Assistant pimp? I neva did not hear that)
(I thought you was the one the Lord chose)