Get the f*** out of here, I'm LL Cool
Soakin' wet with bad b****es in the indoor pool

Yo what am I, an animal?
'cause 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 a** 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 f*** let you in, all my a**istants are fired

Now I'm lookin for some washed up rapper that I can hire
You know some old school n**** wit a bit of attitude
Pay him $1500 to f*** a girl in an interlude
You say I'm souped up, well, soup is good food

So what I scratch my nuts, how the f*** is that wrong
For so glowin', afro pickin'
S-curl hatin', Jamaican rum sippin'

Kid I'll burp on your girl buttcheeks
The honey had my nuts like two red beets
I'm banannas, out of my f***in mind they won't let me back in
'Cause 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 F***in

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Yo kid
Fuhgidabowdit
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Yo, Fuhgidabowdit
Yo, ey, Fuhgidabowdit
Ey, ey, Fuhgidabowdit
Eh, Fuhgidabowdit

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I'm like Menace II Society
I roll through the drive through 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

And them n****s that ran...
My goal's to get 'em
With the heat seekin' flow wit, for antennas
Doc's Da Name, that's why y'all f*** wit me

I'm pocket change, the bums don't f*** with D
Objective in 'em, Carlo inspection sticker
Check the pen, I write like a X was in 'em
Teeth grittin', I brawl wit a major league mitten

Where the stash at
Yo, yo, punk, M takin' me wit him
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Yo, Fuhgidabowdit
Ayo n****, Fuhgidabowdit
Yo, yo, yo, Fuhgidabowdit
Yo dog, Fuhgidabowdit
Yo you heard, Fuhgidabowdit
Ayo you hear me, Fuhgidabowdit
Yo n****, Fuhgidabowdit

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 n****s 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
B**** 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 f***in Star Jones
I'm red hot just like candy, in '95 won the Grammy

Yo, he use it as an ashtray now
N****s can't stand or understand me, yeah
Either or, funky headhunter wild comanchees wit s***ty draws
What's that s***, what s***, that s*** on your lip
I can't smoke wit ya kid, but I'll save ya the clip...

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Ayo n****, Fuhgidabowdit
Yo, what the f***, Fuhgidabowdit
Yo, Fuhgidabowdit
Uh, Fuhgidabowdit
Ayo dog, Fuhgidabowdit [DMX growl]
B****es can't stand me, Fuhgidabowdit [DMX growl]
Still pullin out pennies, Fuhgidabowdit [DMX growl]

The s*** I see every day brings tears to my eyes
How I holla at my n****s brings ears to my cries
Stick n****s for not knowin', then teach 'em somethin'
B**** n****s talkin' bout you from the streets you frontin'

I never liked you, and you, I don't know
So what the f*** you think is 'sposed to happen, we gon go
Mono on mono, whatever n****, I'm gon dust you
If you can't pick that afro, I'm gon bust you

Walkin' like you was a lil n**** 'cause you is
And don't forget that daddy's gonna always love his kids
Crackin' n****s got the nerve to wonder why I rob, why
You guys will live while everybody else'll starve

That pretty s*** is played, f*** what your name hold
Break a n**** off somethin', watch a n**** gain for
Now you layin' somewhere cold, stiff as s***
And all that riffin' s***, mens will get you hit, b****

Fuhgidabowdit

Writer : SIMMONS, EARL/UNKNOWN WRITER
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., UNIVERSAL MUSIC-CAREERS