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Intro 1
Em
D
Em
Verse 1
Em
Get the fuck out of here,
I'm LL Cool
Soaking wet with bad
bitches in the indoor pool
Verse 2
Em
Yo what am I, an animal?
Verse 3
Em
Cause I bagged yours too
D
One bad mooley,
and you can get pants, schooly
Em
I'm the G.O.A.T.,
what I wrote cause fire and smoke
Think I started on the choir
singing solo for the pope
Tell your mama please,
get up off her knees
D
You can't wear yellow spandex wit
Em
a ass of cottage cheese
Open toed shoes,
D
Em
feet smell like collard greens
Toes "Kriss Krossed" like
D
Bm
she on J. Dupris' team
Em
Button your sitting up like beach
balls in the sand plus
D
A mouth full of rotten teeth
Bm
with a dildo in her hand
Em
Who the fuck let you in, all my
assistants are fired
Now I'm looking for some washed
D
Em
up rapper that I can hire
You know some old school
nigga wit a bit of attitude
D
Pay him $1500 to fuck a girl
in an interlude
Em
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 glowing, Afro picking
D
Em
S- curl hating, Jamaican rum sipping
Verse 4
Kid I'll burp on your girl
butt cheeks
Verse 5
Em
The honey had my nuts like two red beets
I'm bananas, out of my fucking mind
D
Em
they won't let me back in
Cause I was down before the hype
D
Em
like Dusty Rhodes and Bob Backlund
D
Bruno Samartino, Stan Staziak
Em
Now The Rock and Stone Cold are
D
Em
my favorite maniacs
The top rooster plucking,
chickens when I'm clucking
D
WWF stands for When and Where
Em
we Fucking
Verse 6
Em
Fuhgidabowdit Yo kid
D
Em
Fuhgidabowdit
Fuhgidabowdit
Yo, Fuhgidabowdit
Yo, ey, Fuhgidabowdit
Ey, ey, Fuhgidabowdit
Eh, Fuhgidabowdit
D
Bm
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo I'm like
Verse 7
Em
Menace II Society
I roll through the drive through like Kane
Jack you for the cheeseburgers and chicken wings,
and datins too
D
See my boys down the ride
crack patience too
Em
Bricks, walk around, snorkel down
Macaroni and cheese Timbs broke
D
Em
out the orphan house
Transporting out, the poison in 'em
D
Box 'em up in the aisle
with the frozen dinners
Verse 8
Em
And them niggas that ran
Verse 9
Em
My goal's to get 'em
With the heat seeking flow with,
four antennas
Doc's the Name,
that's why why y'all fuck wit me
I'm pocket change,
D
the bums don't fuck with D
Em
Objective in 'em,
Carlo inspection sticka
Check the pen,
I write like a X was in 'em
Teeth gritting,
I brawl wit a major league mitten
Verse 10
Em
Where the stash at
Yo, yo, punk,
D
Em
M taking me wit him
Verse 11
Em
Fuhgidabowdit
Yo, Fuhgidabowdit
Hey yo nigga, Fuhgidabowdit
D
Em
Yo, yo, yo, Fuhgidabowdit
Yo dog, Fuhgidabowdit
Yo you heard, Fuhgidabowdit
Hey yo you hear me, Fuhgidabowdit
D
Yo nigga, Fuhgidabowdit
Verse 12
Em
Yo, this be the Cool J function,
music get my blood pumping
Down for whatever,
which usually means I'm up to something
Who owe me something,
D
Em
them niggas in the back fronting
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They rocking cuffs and, put the eight up,
Em
repercussion
You know my name,
so there's no need for introduction
I'm Mr. Done it all,
so none of why y'all can do me nothing
Bitch I'm grown,
D
puffin on that one and bone
Em
D
Bet me and Queen Bee
be swinging til the honey comb
Em
Backs get blown, trash get thrown
In headlocks, from this view,
D
Em
I'm fuckin' Star Jones
I'm red hot just like candy,
in '95 won the Grammy
Bm
D
Yo, he use it as an ashtray now
Verse 13
Em
Niggas can't stand or understand me,
yeah
Either or, funky headhunter wild
Comanches with shitty draws
What's that shit, what shit,
that shit on your lip
I can't smoke wit ya kid,
D
Em
but I'll save ya the clip
Verse 14
Em
Fuhgidabowdit
Ayo nigga, Fuhgidabowdit
D
Em
Yo, what the fuck, Fuhgidabowdit
D
Em
Yo, Fuhgidabowdit
Uh, Fuhgidabowdit
Hey yo dog, Fuhgidabowdit
Bitches can't stand me,
Fuhgidabowdit
Still pulling out pennies,
D
Fuhgidabowdit
Verse 15
Em
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 knowing,
D
then teach 'em something
Em
Bitch niggas talking bout
D
you from the streets you fronting
Em
I never liked you, and you,
I don't know
So what the fuck you think is 'sposed to happen,
we goin' go
Mano a mano, whatever nigga,
I'm goin' dust you
D
If you can't pick that afro,
I'm goin' bust you
Em
Walking like you was a lil nigga
'cause you is
And don't forget that daddy's
gonna always love his kids
Cracking niggas got the nerve to wonder why I rob,
why
You guys will live while every
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body else'll starve
Em
That pretty shit is played,
fuck what your name hold
Em
Break a nigga off something,
watch a nigga gain fo'
Now you laying somewhere cold,
stiff as shit
And all that riffing shit,
D
men's will get you hit, bitch
Em
Fuhgidabowdit
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