you blessed [Enuff] That's right y'all, LL Cool J, The G.O.A.T. The Greatest Of All Time, August 22nd, go cop that Don't fuck with the bootleggers
flows is bitch talk and ayo's His whole crew walk with pitchfork and halos Say, ho, if you never worked a J-O And keep more cash then a stash in a peso
past, music's magic (poof) Bump bump bump get bump with some flash, people Rock rock to the Planet Rock, don't stop Rock rock to the Planet Rock, don't
me down I?m getting mo money like Damon Wayans And I?m bad like Cool J I got a bad little Houston chick Thick like Beyonce And she my down ass With a
[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] 'cause I bagged
Uncle get it on I'll burn your magazine, God'll intervene Can't front on this hip hop phenomenon from Queens, I'm I'm the G.O.A.T., I just ball a lot
with a cherry on top Rage in effect, I just begun to rock Yeah, rock on witcha bad self (Rage) Rock on witcha bad self (Rage) Rock on witcha bad self (Rage) Rock
up, the new album gon' be the shit baby Aint no doubt about it, E Pluribus Unum Out of many one, The G.O.A.T., Greatest Of All Time...
I'm a sniper Rapper like a pack, step on 'em like a mack My DJ cut-creator scratch a record like a cat E at my side with pride who got a bigger rep Shh smoke the mic like a
you'll never be as nice as me, G, forget it I lit it like GE cause me-ee be-ee The-ee D-ee A-N-J-A M-O-W-F, ee hee You crack me up like Hump-deehee Dump
rollin with the Psychopathic family I started up with Krazees hooked up with Violent J The rest is still bein written like a biography Don't think
start spittin' some pimpin' ass serious shit Don't even start trippin' on how freaky you get Its just a gift to G-A-B, to get to your P-A-D Bash in your
s His whole crew walk with pitchfork and halo's Say OH if you never worked a J-O And keep more cash then a stash in a peso Okay yo ya'll know who to follow
the sun's up "Gangsta and a Gentleman" dog, I got class I'ma send a bunch a roses to your men in the morgue I'll be down South bendin a whore, ten in
slurred Served with a cherry on top Rage in effect I just begun to rock Yeah, rock on witcha bad self (RAGE!) Rock on witcha bad self (RAGE!) Rock on witcha bad self (RAGE!) Rock
strip Gully rock a scully with a New York fit Yeah! I'm on my New York shit Run up in The Tunnel catch a New York vick O.D.B. reppin New York sick Shit
My nigga g.o.d. (yessur) My nigga leo g (how y'all doin') Let's rock baby Yo, I'm thinkin' 'bout aj Ajinaye, name shoulda been ak Willie hit the eastside
With a gat in the hand runnin wild in the land With a pocket full of boulders Po po know they can't hold us When they east dog comin from the shoulders