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G.o.a.t. (greatest Of All Time)


Artist: Ll Cool J
Genres: Hip-Hop
Total songs: 8
Year: 2000

Fuhgidabowdit Lyrics - G.o.a.t. (greatest Of All Time) - Ll Cool J

Get the fuck out of here, I'm LL Cool 

Soakin' wet with bad bitches in the indoor pool 

Yo what am I, an animal? 

'Cuz I bagged your's too 

 

One bad mooley, and you can get pants, schooly 

I'm the goat, what I wrote 'cuz fire and smoke 

Think I started on the choir singin' 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 sittin' 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 lookin' for some washed up rapper that I can hire 

You know some old school nigga wit a bit of attitude 

Pay him fifteen hundred 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 glowin', afro pickin' 

S-curl hatin', Jamaican rum sippin' 

 

Kid I'll burp on your girl butt cheeks 

The honey had my nuts like two red beets 

I'm bananas, out of my fuckin' mind they won't let me back in 

'Cuz 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 pluckin', chickens when I'm cluckin' 

WWF stands for When and Where we Fuckin' 

 

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 thru like Kane 

Jack you for the cheeseburgers and chicken wings, and datin's too 

See my boys down the ride crack patience too 

 

Bricks, walk around, snorkel down 

Macaroni and cheese Timbs broke out the orphan house 

Transportin' 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 seekin' flow wit, fo' antennas 

Doc's Da Name, that's 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 grittin', I brawl wit a major league mitten 

Where the stash at 

Yo, yo, punk, M takin' me wit him 

 

Fuhgidabowdit, yo, Fuhgidabowdit 

Ayo nigga, Fuhgidabowdit 

Yo, yo, yo, Fuhgidabowdit 

Yo dog, Fuhgidabowdit 

Yo you heard, Fuhgidabowdit 

Ayo you hear me, Fuhgidabowdit 

Yo nigga, Fuhgidabowdit 

 

Yo, this be the Cool J function, music get my blood pumpin' 

Down for whatever, which usually means I'm up to somethin' 

Who owe me somethin', them niggas in the back frontin' 

They rockin' cuffs and, put the eight up, rappercussion 

 

You know my name, so there's no need for introduction 

I'm Mr. Done it all, so none of y'all can do me nothin' 

Bitch I'm grown, puffin' on that one and bone 

Bet me and Queen Bee be swingin' 'til the honey come 

 

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 comanchees wit 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 

Ayo dog, Fuhgidabowdit 

Bitches can't stand me, Fuhgidabowdit 

Still pullin' 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 knowin', then teach 'em somethin' 

Bitch niggas talkin' 'bout you from the streets you frontin' 

 

I never liked you, and you, I don't know 

So what the fuck you think is 'sposed to happen, we gon go 

Mono on mono, whatever nigga, I'm gon dust you 

If you can't pick that afro, I'm gon bust you 

 

Walkin' like you was a 'lil nigga 'cuz you is 

And don't forget that daddy's gonna always love his kids 

Crackin' 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 somethin', watch a nigga gain fo' 

Now you layin' somewhere cold, stiff as shit 

And all that riffin' shit, mens will get you hit, bitch 

Fuhgidabowdit 

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