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Get the fuck out of here, I'm LL Cool
Soaking wet with bad bitches in the indoor pool
Yo what am I, an animal?
Cause I bagged yours too
One bad mooley, and you can get pants, schooly
I'm the G.O.A.T., what I wrote cause fire and smoke
Think I started on the choir singing solo for the pope
Tell your mama please, get up off her knees
You can't wear yellow spandex wit a ass of cottage cheese
Open toed shoes, feet smell like collard greens
Toes "Kriss Krossed" like she on J. Dupris' team
Button your sitting up like beach balls in the sand plus
A mouth full of rotten teeth with a dildo in her hand
Who the fuck let you in, all my assistants are fired
Now I'm looking for some washed up rapper that I can hire
You know some old school nigga wit a bit of attitude
Pay him $1500 to fuck a girl in an interlude
You say I'm souped up, well, soup is good food
So what I scratch my nuts, how the fuck is that wrong
For so glowing, Afro picking
S-curl hating, Jamaican rum sipping
Kid I'll burp on your girl butt cheeks
The honey had my nuts like two red beets
I'm bananas, out of my fucking mind they won't let me back in
Cause I was down before the hype like Dusty Rhodes and Bob Backlund
Bruno Samartino, Stan Staziak
Now The Rock and Stone Cold are my favorite maniacs
The top rooster plucking, chickens when I'm clucking
WWF stands for When and Where we Fucking
Fuhgidabowdit
Yo kid
Fuhgidabowdit
Fuhgidabowdit
Yo, Fuhgidabowdit
Yo, ey, Fuhgidabowdit
Ey, ey, Fuhgidabowdit
Eh, Fuhgidabowdit
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I'm like Menace II Society
I roll through the drive through like Kane
Jack you for the cheeseburgers and chicken wings, and datins too
See my boys down the ride crack patience too
Bricks, walk around, snorkel down
Macaroni and cheese Timbs broke out the orphan house
Transporting out, the poison in 'em
Box 'em up in the aisle with the frozen dinners
And them niggas that ran
My goal's to get 'em
With the heat seeking flow with, four antennas
Doc's the Name, that's why why y'all fuck wit me
I'm pocket change, the bums don't fuck with D
Objective in 'em, Carlo inspection sticka
Check the pen, I write like a X was in 'em
Teeth gritting, I brawl wit a major league mitten
Where the stash at
Yo, yo, punk, M taking me wit him
Fuhgidabowdit
Yo, Fuhgidabowdit
Hey yo nigga, Fuhgidabowdit
Yo, yo, yo, Fuhgidabowdit
Yo dog, Fuhgidabowdit
Yo you heard, Fuhgidabowdit
Hey yo you hear me, Fuhgidabowdit
Yo nigga, Fuhgidabowdit
Yo, this be the Cool J function, music get my blood pumping
Down for whatever, which usually means I'm up to something
Who owe me something, them niggas in the back fronting
They rocking cuffs and, put the eight up, repercussion
You know my name, so there's no need for introduction
I'm Mr. Done it all, so none of why y'all can do me nothing
Bitch I'm grown, puffin on that one and bone
Bet me and Queen Bee be swinging til the honey comb
Backs get blown, trash get thrown
In headlocks, from this view, I'm fuckin' Star Jones
I'm red hot just like candy, in '95 won the Grammy
Yo, he use it as an ashtray now
Niggas can't stand or understand me, yeah
Either or, funky headhunter wild Comanches with shitty draws
What's that shit, what shit, that shit on your lip
I can't smoke wit ya kid, but I'll save ya the clip
Fuhgidabowdit
Ayo nigga, Fuhgidabowdit
Yo, what the fuck, Fuhgidabowdit
Yo, Fuhgidabowdit
Uh, Fuhgidabowdit
Hey yo dog, Fuhgidabowdit
Bitches can't stand me, Fuhgidabowdit
Still pulling out pennies, Fuhgidabowdit
The shit I see every day brings tears to my eyes
How I holla at my niggas brings ears to my cries
Stick niggas for not knowing, then teach 'em something
Bitch niggas talking bout you from the streets you fronting
I never liked you, and you, I don't know
So what the fuck you think is 'sposed to happen, we goin' go
Mano a mano, whatever nigga, I'm goin' dust you
If you can't pick that afro, I'm goin' bust you
Walking like you was a lil nigga 'cause you is
And don't forget that daddy's gonna always love his kids
Cracking niggas got the nerve to wonder why I rob, why
You guys will live while everybody else'll starve
That pretty shit is played, fuck what your name hold
Break a nigga off something, watch a nigga gain fo'
Now you laying somewhere cold, stiff as shit
And all that riffing shit, men's will get you hit, bitch
Fuhgidabowdit
Soaking wet with bad bitches in the indoor pool
Yo what am I, an animal?
Cause I bagged yours too
One bad mooley, and you can get pants, schooly
I'm the G.O.A.T., what I wrote cause fire and smoke
Think I started on the choir singing solo for the pope
Tell your mama please, get up off her knees
You can't wear yellow spandex wit a ass of cottage cheese
Open toed shoes, feet smell like collard greens
Toes "Kriss Krossed" like she on J. Dupris' team
Button your sitting up like beach balls in the sand plus
A mouth full of rotten teeth with a dildo in her hand
Who the fuck let you in, all my assistants are fired
Now I'm looking for some washed up rapper that I can hire
You know some old school nigga wit a bit of attitude
Pay him $1500 to fuck a girl in an interlude
You say I'm souped up, well, soup is good food
So what I scratch my nuts, how the fuck is that wrong
For so glowing, Afro picking
S-curl hating, Jamaican rum sipping
Kid I'll burp on your girl butt cheeks
The honey had my nuts like two red beets
I'm bananas, out of my fucking mind they won't let me back in
Cause I was down before the hype like Dusty Rhodes and Bob Backlund
Bruno Samartino, Stan Staziak
Now The Rock and Stone Cold are my favorite maniacs
The top rooster plucking, chickens when I'm clucking
WWF stands for When and Where we Fucking
Fuhgidabowdit
Yo kid
Fuhgidabowdit
Fuhgidabowdit
Yo, Fuhgidabowdit
Yo, ey, Fuhgidabowdit
Ey, ey, Fuhgidabowdit
Eh, Fuhgidabowdit
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I'm like Menace II Society
I roll through the drive through like Kane
Jack you for the cheeseburgers and chicken wings, and datins too
See my boys down the ride crack patience too
Bricks, walk around, snorkel down
Macaroni and cheese Timbs broke out the orphan house
Transporting out, the poison in 'em
Box 'em up in the aisle with the frozen dinners
And them niggas that ran
My goal's to get 'em
With the heat seeking flow with, four antennas
Doc's the Name, that's why why y'all fuck wit me
I'm pocket change, the bums don't fuck with D
Objective in 'em, Carlo inspection sticka
Check the pen, I write like a X was in 'em
Teeth gritting, I brawl wit a major league mitten
Where the stash at
Yo, yo, punk, M taking me wit him
Fuhgidabowdit
Yo, Fuhgidabowdit
Hey yo nigga, Fuhgidabowdit
Yo, yo, yo, Fuhgidabowdit
Yo dog, Fuhgidabowdit
Yo you heard, Fuhgidabowdit
Hey yo you hear me, Fuhgidabowdit
Yo nigga, Fuhgidabowdit
Yo, this be the Cool J function, music get my blood pumping
Down for whatever, which usually means I'm up to something
Who owe me something, them niggas in the back fronting
They rocking cuffs and, put the eight up, repercussion
You know my name, so there's no need for introduction
I'm Mr. Done it all, so none of why y'all can do me nothing
Bitch I'm grown, puffin on that one and bone
Bet me and Queen Bee be swinging til the honey comb
Backs get blown, trash get thrown
In headlocks, from this view, I'm fuckin' Star Jones
I'm red hot just like candy, in '95 won the Grammy
Yo, he use it as an ashtray now
Niggas can't stand or understand me, yeah
Either or, funky headhunter wild Comanches with shitty draws
What's that shit, what shit, that shit on your lip
I can't smoke wit ya kid, but I'll save ya the clip
Fuhgidabowdit
Ayo nigga, Fuhgidabowdit
Yo, what the fuck, Fuhgidabowdit
Yo, Fuhgidabowdit
Uh, Fuhgidabowdit
Hey yo dog, Fuhgidabowdit
Bitches can't stand me, Fuhgidabowdit
Still pulling out pennies, Fuhgidabowdit
The shit I see every day brings tears to my eyes
How I holla at my niggas brings ears to my cries
Stick niggas for not knowing, then teach 'em something
Bitch niggas talking bout you from the streets you fronting
I never liked you, and you, I don't know
So what the fuck you think is 'sposed to happen, we goin' go
Mano a mano, whatever nigga, I'm goin' dust you
If you can't pick that afro, I'm goin' bust you
Walking like you was a lil nigga 'cause you is
And don't forget that daddy's gonna always love his kids
Cracking niggas got the nerve to wonder why I rob, why
You guys will live while everybody else'll starve
That pretty shit is played, fuck what your name hold
Break a nigga off something, watch a nigga gain fo'
Now you laying somewhere cold, stiff as shit
And all that riffing shit, men's will get you hit, bitch
Fuhgidabowdit
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