The FORCE Songtext
von LL Cool J

Smooth as Luther Vandross down in St. Andrews

Shower on the yacht while we popping the pop smoke
Somebody tell immigration them cases is wardrobe
Succulent juices, we sip Petrus and Bordeaux
Never losing my memories of Farmers and Old Gold
Before Check out the Melody, his neck
Was a light show, that′s light though
Always gotta come with the right flow, we like dough

Learn that from Chuck, Rich and Alpo, uptown so
Now we out here running with billy goats, it's natural
Speak game on the sea plane
Now the blue faces matching the deep waves

Shorty took a pic solo, no, don′t want see thangs

Now she hopping out the Range Rover in PJ's, Louis frames
Ain't new to game, she true to game, ain′t doing lames

If opportunity knock, we bet you do the same


Teamwork make the dream work, review the game
We just called it like we see it, it′s up to you to name
You complain that your team is cold
Rewind the time, turn it back into Panthers, we eat a goat

Unbelievable, but the goal is achievable
Y'all ain′t the only one getting it, boy, we scheming too

Speeding through two-seater coupe
We ain't part Illuminati, we just the realest crew
We dream too, that′s how Madonna got smashed by Peter Shue

You know, I was wondering, you know
The force, got a lot of power
The force, got a lot of power
The force, got a lot of power
The force, it makes me feel like

Chefs in the kitchen while we out fly fishing

Water so clear, you can see the fish pissing

Convos on the speedboat, just listen
She surfing for the Birkin and the signature edition
VVS to death 'cause we understood the mission

Now we sky dwelling, rebelling against the system
Bad boys before P. Diddy and the Pistons
Doing better numbers than Harvard mathematicians


Harvard Boulevard, coolin′ nine double parked
Wanna eat with them paper plates, she gotta hustle smart
Someone caught a bullet, they ain't talking 'bout the charge

Inspiration for my soldiers walking in the yard
Open seas at high speed, floating like a god
Feel the breeze, sip Chablis, bust open a cigar
Over time, her tan lines look like a work of art
Not a hump, but she pop bubs in hot tubs
And she love to lay on plush rugs for foot rubs
So what′s up? You feeling the force, we got plugs

Put you on the power, plug you in and light you up, bruh
It take a team to get a chip
Medallion swinging money machines in the whip
If you want a bankroll, follow the gold, don′t slip
You can't get frustrated, king, we don′t quit
Getting money is automatic, that's why we drop sticks
If we wasn′t doing this, it'd be ninety-nine bricks
So we glad we on the yacht with the boss and doing some real shit