[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, nigga you can`t school me
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 like cottage cheese
Open toed shoes, feet smell like collard greens
Toes *Kriss Krossed* like she on J. Dupri`s team
Bunyon you`re 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 rude
For so glowin, afro pickin
S-curl hatin, Jamaican rum sippin
[Method Man]
Kid I`ll burp on your girl buttcheeks
[LL]
Cuz 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
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Yo kid
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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 Daytons 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, punk
[Red]
Yo, yo, and he 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 a 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]
