[Verse 1: LL Cool J]
Smooth as Luther Vandross down at St. Andrews
Shower on the yacht while we boppin' to Pop Smoke
Somebody tell immigration them cases is wardrobe
Succulent juices, we sip Pétruses in Bordeaux
Never losin' 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
Learned that from Chuck, Rich and Alpo, I'm down so
Now we out here runnin' with billy goats, it's natural
Speak game on the C plane
Now the bluе-faces matchin' the deep waves
Shorty took thе pics solo, know no one see things
Now she hoppin' out the Range Rover in PJ's, Louie frames
Ain't new to game, she true to game, ain't doin' lames
If opportunity knock, we'd bet you do the same
Teamwork make the dream work, review the game
We just call it like we see it, it's up to you to name
You complain that your team is cold
Rewind the time, turn your back into Panthers, we eat a goat
Unbelievable, but the goal is achievable
Y'all ain't the only one gettin' it, boy, we schemin' too
Speedin' through, two seater coupe
We ain't part of illuminati, we just the realest crew
We dream too, that's how Madonna got smashed by Peter Shue
[Chorus: Michael Jackson]
You know, I was wondering, you know
The force, it's got a lot of power and
The force, it's got a lot of power and
The force, it's got a lot of power and
The force, it makes me feel like
[Verse 2: LL Cool J]
Chef's in the kitchen while we out fly fishin' (Ooh, ooh!)
Water so clean you can see the fish pissin'
Convos on the speed boat, just listen
She servin' for the Birkin and the signature edition (The force)
VVS to death 'cause we understood the mission
Now we Sky Dwellin', rebellin' against the system
Bad boys before P. Diddy and the Pistons
Doin' better numbers than Harvard mathematicians
Farmers Boulevard, coolin', 9 double parked
On the eat with them paper plates, she gotta hustle smart
Someone caught a bullet they ain't talkin' 'bout the charge (The force)
Inspiration for my soldiers walkin' in the yard
Open seas at high speed, floatin' like a God
Feel the breeze, sip Chablis, bust open a cigar
Over time her tan lines look like a work of art
Now the hub [?] cheap pop ups and hot tubs
And she love to lay on plush rugs for foot rubs
So what's up? (The force)
You feelin' the force, we got plugs (The force)
Put you onto power, plug you in and light you up bruh (The force)
It take a team to get a chip
Medallion swingin', money machines in the whip
If you want a bankroll, follow the code, don't slip
You can't get frustrated king, we don't quit (The force)
Gettin' money is automatic, that's why we drop sticks
If we wasn't doin' this, it'd be ninety nine bricks
So we glad we on the yacht with the boss and doin' some real shit (Ooh!)
The FORCE was written by LL COOL J & Michael Jackson.
The FORCE was produced by Q-Tip.