Cause I bagged yours 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
singing solo for the pope
Tell your mama please,
get up off her knees
You can't wear yellow spandex wit
a ass of cottage cheese
Open toed shoes,
feet smell like collard greens
Toes "Kriss Krossed" like
she on J. Dupris' team
Button your sitting up like beach
balls in the sand plus
A mouth full of rotten teeth
with a dildo in her hand
Who the fuck let you in, all my
assistants are fired
Now I'm looking for some washed
up rapper that I can hire
You know some old school
nigga wit a bit of attitude
Pay him $1500 to fuck a girl
in an interlude
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
S- curl hating, Jamaican rum sipping
The honey had my nuts like two red beets
I'm bananas, out of my fucking 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 plucking,
chickens when I'm clucking
WWF stands for When and Where
we Fucking
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
Macaroni and cheese Timbs broke
out the orphan house
Transporting out, the poison in 'em
Box 'em up in the aisle
with the frozen dinners
Fuhgidabowdit
Yo, Fuhgidabowdit
Hey yo nigga, Fuhgidabowdit
Yo, yo, yo, Fuhgidabowdit
Yo dog, Fuhgidabowdit
Yo you heard, Fuhgidabowdit
Hey yo you hear me, Fuhgidabowdit
Yo nigga, Fuhgidabowdit
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,
them niggas in the back fronting
They rocking cuffs and, put the eight up,
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,
puffin on that one and bone
Bet me and Queen Bee
be swinging til the honey comb
Backs get blown, trash get thrown
In headlocks, from this view,
I'm fuckin' Star Jones
I'm red hot just like candy,
in '95 won the Grammy
Yo, he use it as an ashtray now
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,
but I'll save ya the clip
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,
then teach 'em something
Bitch niggas talking bout
you from the streets you fronting
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
If you can't pick that afro,
I'm goin' bust you
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
body else'll starve
That pretty shit is played,
fuck what your name hold
Break a nigga off something,
watch a nigga gain fo'
Now you laying somewhere cold,
stiff as shit
And all that riffing shit,
men's will get you hit, bitch
Fuhgidabowdit
Ll Cool J 
