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


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

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

I'ma give all y'all somethin', word up 

Word up, all my live cats out there gonna love me for this one 

Uh-huh, they gon' be like, "Yo you, you need to listen 

To that joint L made", word up, that's the joint you gotta listen to 

Y'know wat I mean? Check this out y'all 

 

I got the key that fits the lock of a real dog's mind B 

The answer to the question chicks ask most the time see 

Why my man cheat and give some bitch my heat? 

Slap me one day then Sunday he's so sweet? 

 

To me and mine, this nigga's hard to define 

'Cause he beefin' when he broke but he arrogant when he shine 

It fucks you up, you wonder if you wastin' time 

Mention marriage, he lit a Dutch and peeped out the blinds 

 

What different niggaz feels in they hearts is scary 

I used to say shit like 

"C'mon baby, you should be honored to share me" 

She used to throw the cakes up, plus the burger was hairy 

I used to have to think of shit to keep 'em comin', you niggaz feel me? 

 

Baby or no baby I wasn't loyal or nuttin' 

Just me and my niggaz on tour, frontin' and hittin' somethin' 

Red lipstick prints all over my drawers 

Oh, you wanna be an actress huh? Well my movie's hardcore 

 

Like Dungeons & Dragons, gettin' brains in a Benz wagon 

Step out, jeans saggin', crew laughin' 

Gettin' blazed by the fiend for ten bones a piece 

Nuttin' but the dog in me needin' to be released, this is us 

 

You know that I do, the best that I can 

But you don't seem to love me no more, no more 

I try to please you and be your man 

But you don't seem to love me no more, no more 

 

The Flipsyde of the coin, what team you wanna join? 

You in The Tunnel every Sunday exposin' your tenderloins 

In every rap cat's face, with some ol' flirty shit to say 

Need to go home, wash your kids up and put your tits away 

 

Me and my clique in motion, champagne and Alize 

Got your mind bubblin' crazy, wanna flip Cool J 

Spend your last on your hairdo but you ain't save a dime 

To put your child through college baby, now have you? 

 

Go get a job interview, your bad-ass kids a curfew 

And skip that 'Bills Bills' shit broads is goin' through 

I know this prostitute who said that life ain't cute 

Child born with a destiny only God can dispute 

 

Players giggle and laugh, flashin' gats and cash 

My dogs don't care about you Boo, they like your ass 

Told me if I call and your man answer, ask for L 

So he can say, "No L live here," our code is ill 

 

Tell him you about to catch a flick with Sherell 

Plottin' and schemin' in the shower, masturbatin' on the cell 

The neighborhood hustler, that cat we all know 

That nigga we grew up with, son from next do' 

 

My dream was to flow and escape the hell below 

But the demons in my life set fire to my dough 

I thought about murder, I vowed my revenge 

Like the devil's pumpin' hate through my heart with a syringe 

This is us 

 

You know that I do, the best that I can 

But you don't seem to love me no more, no more 

I try to please you and be your man 

But you don't seem to love me no more, no more 

 

They say a man gon' be a man but that's only half the scenario 

You nag a cat, you givin' him a license to fuck a hoe 

When a man come home late, he want his girl to say hello 

Not hear all that bullshit, 'bout, "Nigga where you go?" 

 

Fried chicken ready, t-shirt and panties at the stove 

Messages written down, blunt rolled ready to go 

Give me a hug, not too long, give me space 

When a cat got issues don't need you all up in his face 

 

Rub your breasts, kick back, smile a little 

If it's rainin' outside, chill, listen to the drizzle 

Now kiss my chest, call me Superman 

Pull down my boxers by the Calvin Klein band 

 

[Incomprehensible] wash it, enjoy the flavor, I return the favor 

This behavior, should save ya 

From me all night freakin' with a nineteen year-old 

Half naked Puerto Rican, creamy ass leakin' 

 

Every man will agree, when she nag it's killin' me 

I don't always wanna talk about how the world is shittin' on me 

I sip some Alize and meditate the pain away 

And get in my own zone where I wanna be alone for solo 

 

Reminisce with photos 

And missed opportunities to make some dough flow, you know? 

Chill, relax baby, support me from the background 

Believe in my dreams, instead, you and your girls sat 'round 

 

Complain about, who's tradin' ass for cash 

If there ain't no trust then just us can't last 

This is us, I know you feelin' that 

Think about that shit, word up 

 

You know that I do, the best that I can 

But you don't seem to love me no more, no more 

I try to please you and be your man 

But you don't seem to love me no more, no more 

 

Your man, your man, your man 

Everything we've been through, yeah 

All the places we've been, yeah 

Just don't know if I'll be the same again, ha 

 

Ever since you walked all, all over me, ha 

And even if we bring this back together, ha 

You know it won't be the same, no, no, no, no 

No, no, no, no, no 

 

Oh I, I, baby I, tried to be your man 

Whoa, oh yeah, hoo hoo hoo 

Can't you hear me? 

Can't you hear me? 

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