| 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
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Yo,
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Yo, ey, Fuhgidabowdit
Ey, ey, Fuhgidabowdit
Eh,
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[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,
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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
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