LJ-Z? Chiefs RB Has Some Stuff to Say.

(Editor’s note: The “L.J. Rap” may start playing right away. Lyrics in the song are explicit, so if you don’t want to hear them scroll down a bit and pause or stop the player. Additionally, the transcribed lyrics below are really vulgar as well. If you have a problem with that sort of thing, then you might just want to skip this post.)

First, he hooked up with Jay-Z, king of Roc-a-fella Records. Then, he took it to a whole new level by flashing the “Roc” after scoring 52 touchdowns as a Chief. Then, he made an ill-advised appearance in Fantasia’s video for her ~~hit~~ song “When I see you.” Now, it looks like Larry Johnson’s non-NFL entertainment career has taken a new turn: Hip Hop.

Kansas City’s NBC Action-News 41 first reported last night that LJ recorded a song with local rap group SBL, made up of three Kansas City-based brothers, a cousin, and ex-Chief, ex-Wildcat fullback Joe Hall. The song, discovered on the group’s MySpace page, not only includes the typical I-am-rich-and-posses-many-weapons-which-require-a-license lines, but also disses, among other things, Chiefs GM Carl Peterson…

Carl Peterson the GM’s running it /They see me. They want to treat me like I’m running it. / I won’t give a fuck, I’m not coming back. / I’d rather play for another team because I’d rather be a running back.

…and teammate Priest Holmes.

They say should I be scared cuz 3-1 comin’ back. / He embarrassing himself.

But now it gets interesting; after the story aired on the news last night, SBL went back and posted “updated” versions of the song online… with new wording. Just overnight, LJ decided that he would “never play for another team.” I wonder why?

According to an Action-News 41 video, Johnson was at a party freestyling while a local producer recorded the lyrics. He took them home, mixed them around, “making [Johnson] say funny stuff,” and then posted the mp3 to the site. LJ vehemently denies being involved in anything, going as far of making stupid excuses:

Reporter: “Is it possible that’s your voice and someone just later put music under it? Everyone says, that sounds like Larry Johnson.”

Johnson: “Beats me, I mean with technology today, I think you could do anything.”

The Chiefs have yet to comment on the situation.

**Update** In the hour it took me to find out about this story, research it out, and write it (during a class, might I add), the number of times the song was played today on MySpace went up from 1,711 (which is very large) to over 4,000.

**Update #2**

I had to know the lyrics to this song, but when I clicked for them on the MySpace, I was unable to get anything, so I decided to do it the long way. It took me a damn while, but here it is, fellas:

Some guy:
Nowadays I’m on the block and I’m certain that I hustle
For everything that I know that the turk bring (just a warmup)
I dry clean I high speed with these police
I tranquilized the tranquilities

LJ:
Since this is a new year
I threw away my thuggish gear
And now I’m steppin’ in the newest hottest Gucci wear
And yes best be ‘ware that this is a new year
So I’m telling all you Kansas City folks to be aware
I used to be the east coast cat, but now I fit the part
Now a running back say a niggas be back
Can I come back? Can I come back?
And if you don’t pay my money I ain’t ever comin’ back
So fuck that, they talk about ho money
I was in St. Martin two weeks ago, hold their money
So I’ma let these niggas know that this shit ain’t really funny
Fuck with me niggas trust me trust me
Better come with more money
And more guns and more weapons
Nigga this is not not this is not hot steppin
I’m hot leaded, Everybody gonna get off
And mami, you hold this shotgun until you pope it off
I’ma let you know what I do when I slump it off
Hop up in the bently gtc and then I’m peeling off
Let me know if you can follow my moves, follow my groove
And this another nigga with new shoes
New Gucci shoes so you know it ain’t no cleats
Nike no reeboks and niggas do you fuckin’ hear me
When I’m repping, I’m reppin the fox
So niggas know what I do you ain’t ready for my blocks
I have to shut the block down
So you niggas never come around
Bandana on my face
Looking like Jason when he comes though the city now
And you know I’m peelin’ off I run this fuckin city now
Like P.Diddy now
They say should I be scared cuz 3-1 comin’ back.
He embarrassing himself.
So I’ma say it, I’ma leave it like that
Cuz I’m the nigga running the mother fucker here
And guess what, and best be aware when the dog is creeping,
And nigga, I never sleep, I’m always awake and
I never roll with anybody but my own two feet
Yeah, the niggas know about me, no heat
This is a new me so I left it alone
I threw away my old guns and picked up the phone
And told everybody let’s be out
And when I say let’s be out
Guns and everything is in the house
So I say this one time, say this two times, understand this is my rhyme
Cuz if I say get three times and maybe four times
I’ma have to get the nine and then clap back
Nigga I start to clap back
I’ma start to clap back
I’ma start to clap back
I’ma start to clap back

Carl Peterson the GM’s running it
They see me. They want to treat me like I’m running it.
I won’t give a fuck, (if) I’m not coming back.
I’d never (rather) play for another team because I’d rather be a running back.
Forever and forever, however
You niggas ain’t payin me
So oh, oh, never
Will I ever back down, Will I report to camp
I’m here like a fuckin’ stamp.
I’m always here, I’m always grounded
What Nigga you know in a basement spittin’ it?
When he should be at camp spittin’ it?
That’s right I get lifteded.”