Artist/Band: 
L.L. Cool J 
Lyrics for Song: The Boomin' System 
Lyrics for Album: Mama Said Knock You Out [1990]
  
               
  5837>[Marley Marl:]
  Just kick a little something for them cars that be bumpin
 
 
  Yeah aight
  But we need a beat that they can front to
  Oh, that'll work
  Be funky
  You know what I'm sayin?
 
 
  (Cars ride by with the boomin systems)
  (Cars ride by)
 
 
  Funky
  For all the cars out there
  And all the brothers
  That like to front in their rides
  Check it out
 
 
  You know it's funky, funky, funky cos you heard it from hear-say
  A jam that you love that don't be gettin no airplay
  Strictly for frontin when you're ridin around
  12 o'clock at night with your windows down
  Headlights breakin cos your batteries drain
  Armor all on your tires and a big gold chain
  Parkin outside of all the hip-hop spots
  Push the E-Q and play connect the dots
  Leanin to the side, people everywhere
  The trunk full of amps, there ain't no room for a spare
  Big beats bumpin with the bass in back
  All the sophisticated suckers catch a heart attack
  Cos they don't understand why I act this way
  Pumpin up the funky beat until the break of day
  It's because I want attention when i'm ridin by
  And the girls be on my jock cos my system's fly
 
 
  Girlies wanna ride with a brother like me
  Cos they be hear me gettin funky frequently
  They tell me don't drink and drive, I say what is this
  Mind your business
  Now pass it around
  Laid back, hypnotized by the funky sound
  People in the street see me bobbin my head
  While I'm checkin out the rapper and the rhyme that he said
  I'm frontin, and I don't care if you know
  The backseat of my car is like a disco show
  You would think I was a good friend of Al Capone
  Crazy air freshener, who needs cologne
  Bottom to the bottom to the top to the top
  Cruise - it's 3 o'clock
  The girlies, they smile, they see me comin
  I'm steady hummin, I got the Funky Drummer drummin
  My trunk be shakin, vibratin and rattlin
  Pumpin so loud, all the shorties be battlin
  A right-hand man's here without the swing
  Every chance I get I'm showin off my rings
  I can keep it up until the break of dawn
  Cos I'm frontin in my ride and my word is bond
 
 
  Sun roof open, so I can feel the wind blow
  I don't give a damn if it cracks my back window
  C to the o to the o to the l to the i to the n
  To the f to the r to the o to the n to the t to the i to the n
  That means I'm chillin
  Like Spoonie Gee said, my seats are soft like a bed
  They recline way back, so I can get real cosy
  I got the gangster tapes in the place
  Like a basehead would say: I want bass
  I want a hit, I want a dose
  You're rollin up smilin, but you can't come close
  Cos my system is pumpin loud
  Like Rakim said: I wanna move the crowd
  I warm it up with Kane, fight the power with PE
  Tell the cops: you gots to chill with EPMD
  This is something devastatin that'll break your trunk
  And remember, Uncle L is like the future of the funk
 
 
  You know what i'm sayin
  Word
  So next time you're in your ride pumpin it up
  Just remember
  It's Cool
 
 
  Peace
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