LL Cool J

Aiiyo Bimmy So rock the bells, Def Jam collabo' man You know'say, Bim, my, yeah Feel It's baby, (uh) ha (uh) ha (uh) ha (uh) ha ha I'm the G.O.A.T. I just ball a lot (L) And (Cool J) I'm double platinum on the hot blocks and (L) the hottest nigga in the whole spot (L) And (Cool J) you see my hand not what I got and (L) Strictly evil in the big box (L) And (Cool J) It's no stoppin' when my shit knocks and (L) Get it all baby don't stop (L) And (Cool J) don't move the bottle let the corks pop I'm incredible, well nigga, outrageous Turn money like encyclopedia pages Get freaky throw dyke bitches in cages Paid in full european shit fuck Avis Rocks in ears, blingin' the atmosphere Fuck Canibus I bodied him last year But the L still here watch face crystal clear The other chick will give me heat while I shampoo her hair Head tilted back baby no more tears You mumblin' and shit duke my flow more clear Baby listen here, I been gettin' paper for years And program directors who fronted they disappear And grimy ass niggas get laced with car bombs For bein' over-critical when Uncle get it on I'll burn your magazine, GOD'll intervene Can't front on this hip-hop phenomenon from Queens (I'm) (L) I'm the G.O.A.T. I just ball a lot (L) And (Cool J) I'm double platinum on the hot blocks and (L) the hottest nigga in the whole spot (L) And (Cool J) you see my hand not what I got and (L) Strictly evil in the big box (L) And (Cool J) It's no stoppin when my shit knocks and (L) Get it all baby don't stop (L) And (Cool J) don't move the bottle let the corks pop Bandwagon niggas ride my dick ev'ryday And broke ass critics always got somethin' to say 'Bout how a nigga should flip his shit a different way The fuck you know "bout hip-hop, I'm LL Cool J, nigga They send Bentleys for me, security escort me Now you wanna run to the authorities and report me For being cocky...t'ward those that cock block me I'm makin' millions, no nigga, it don't shock me I'm supposed to have it. You never been close to karats That's why you poppin' that shit jealous bastarts I ain't impressed by you playa that's that Matter-o-fact gimme your autograph, on my nut-sack Ya'll niggas Benigni-ing, not cool You just got some white kids in the suburbs fooled But your albums trash from the skit to the covers I tear the plastic off and use it for a rubber (I'm) (L) I'm the G.O.A.T. I just ball a lot (L) And (Cool J) I'm double platinum on the hot blocks and (L) the hottest nigga in the whole spot (L) And (Cool J) you see my hand not what I got and (L) Strictly evil in the big box (L) And (Cool J) It's no stoppin when my shit knocks and (L) Get it all baby don't stop (L) And (Cool J) don't move the bottle let the corks pop Seems like ev'ry rappers a former Nicky Barnes Ya ugly ass corny niggas is wannabe dons I'm the best, platinum nine times in a row (wow) Paparazzi flash while I snatch niggas hoes (wow) Live the lifestyles so the average dime piece Wanna have my lovechild and roll L style A man hostile, but my Queens niggas run wild So when I skate through niggas strain to smile Peep my profile and my iced-out dial I tap my horn, say "What up?" but never smile And deuce ass niggas is noodles And your broke ass stripper weave is lookin' like a poodle 'Scuse my French, "Je m'appelle LL" I'm platinum again so tell 'em to go to hell Then pour some Cristal for my foes that fell Hard as hell, big fell, I excel, rock bells (I'm) (L) I'm the G.O.A.T. I just ball a lot (L) And (Cool J) I'm double platinum on the hot blocks and (L) the hottest nigga in the whole spot (L) And (Cool J) you see my hand not what I got and (L) Strictly evil in the big box (L) And (Cool J) It's no stoppin' when my shit knocks and (L) Get it all baby don't stop (L) And (Cool J) don't move the bottle let the corks pop