Choose Up

Ok, there he go again, talkin' that real

Tellin' them how he feel

That nigga need to chill

He independent still

He ain't even got a deal, he don't need one

On his way to his first mill, Choose up season

Is here for you to feel good when you press play

Don't even trip, Cuffin' Season is on the way

Wait a minute

Let me slow that shit down

Where's the crown?

Give it to me, I got they attention now, yeah yeah

Good thing I'm so patient, yeah

Cause while them niggas was on vacation

I was in the studio

Making songs for the radio

You may never heard about me

Ask your girl I bet she know

She know, she know about me

They should call me LL Cool E

The way I be writing them songs

The way they be singing along

It's like I can't do no wrong

So get ready for the choose up

Said 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

Let me tell you something

This pimpin' that I got in my blood

It came from a family trait

My grand daddy was a pimp

My great great great grand daddy was a pimp

I'm talking pimpin' been since pimpin' been since been since pimpin'

(It's in your blood line baby)

It's on my blood, and you will never be that

(Why, why?)

Because you was boring

All the people in your family was assistant pimps

([?] pimp, I never did not hear that, I thought you was the one the Lord chose)