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)
Paparozzi 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

Writer : HAWKINS, JAY/SMITH, JAMES TODD
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC