God Bless LL COOL J

[Intro]
Uh
Definitely gonna be butter, nahmean?
It's gone be butter, nahmean?
Uh, swerve on 'em (uh), yeah
Crack the Mo, here we go
I'm in the mood to let the chickenheads flow
Son, no doubt, God, it's real
Every member of my clique is equipped with steel
Suga, let's...
(HEESHA!) Uh, god bless

[Verse 1]
Just the type of man that can lace the crowd
Which ya hands on ya ***** or you could raise them proud
I bust shots off
Put my hands on my shorty and I make it hotter
I got a lock ya, flavor to bring
Got the championships so I'ma savor the ring
Church boy, raised by my grandmomma
Home-bred, I dead all the drama
I'm like the mystical funk technician
It's a sign of the times, guards on a mission

[Chorus]
God bless ya lover, God bless ya
God bless ya lover, God bless ya
God bless ya lover, God bless ya
God bless ya lover, God bless ya