| Lyrics: | LL Cool J]
Get the fuck out of here, I'm LL Cool
Soakin wet with bad bitches in the
indoor pool
[Redman]
Yo what am I, an animal?
[LL]
Cuz I bagged your's
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 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 $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 glowin, afro pickin
S-curl hatin, Jamaican rum sippin
[Method Man]
Kid I'll burp on your girl buttcheeks
[LL]
The honey had my nuts like two red
beets
I'm banannas, 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
[Redman]
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 datins too
See my boys down the ride crack
patience too
Bricks, walk around, snorkel down
Maccaroni and cheese Timbs broke out
the orphan house
Transportin out, the poison in 'em
Box 'em up in the aisle with the
frozen dinners
[Method Man]
And them niggas that ran...
[Redman]
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
[Meth]
Where the stash at
[Red]
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
[Method Man]
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 nothing
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
[Redman]
Yo, he
use it as an ashtray now
[Method]
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 [DMX growl]
Bitches
can't stand me, Fuhgidabowdit [DMX growl]
Still pullin out pennies, Fuhgidabowdit [DMX growl]
[DMX]
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 |
