Get the fuck out of here, I'm LL Cool Soakin' wet with bad bitches in the indoor pool Yo what am I, an animal? 'Cuz I bagged your's too One bad mooley, and you can get pants, schooly I'm the goat, what I wrote 'cuz 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 ass 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 fuck let you in, all my assistants are fired Now I'm lookin' for some washed up rapper that I can hire You know some old school nigga wit a bit of attitude Pay him fifteen hundred 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 glowin', afro pickin' S-curl hatin', Jamaican rum sippin' Kid I'll burp on your girl butt cheeks The honey had my nuts like two red beets I'm bananas, out of my fuckin' mind they won't let me back in 'Cuz 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 Fuckin' Fuhgidabowdit, yo kid Fuhgidabowdit, Fuhgidabowdit 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 thru like Kane Jack you for the cheeseburgers and chicken wings, and datin's too See my boys down the ride crack patience too Bricks, walk around, snorkel down Macaroni 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 niggas that ran My goal's to get 'em With the heat seekin' flow wit, fo' antennas Doc's Da Name, that's why y'all fuck wit me I'm pocket change, the bums don't fuck with D Objective in 'em, Carlo inspection sticka 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 Fuhgidabowdit, yo, Fuhgidabowdit Ayo nigga, Fuhgidabowdit Yo, yo, yo, Fuhgidabowdit Yo dog, Fuhgidabowdit Yo you heard, Fuhgidabowdit Ayo you hear me, Fuhgidabowdit Yo nigga, 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 niggas 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 nothin' Bitch 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 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 comanchees wit 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 Fuhgidabowdit, ayo nigga, Fuhgidabowdit Yo, what the fuck, Fuhgidabowdit Yo, Fuhgidabowdit, uh, Fuhgidabowdit Ayo dog, Fuhgidabowdit Bitches can't stand me, Fuhgidabowdit Still pullin' out pennies, Fuhgidabowdit 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 knowin', then teach 'em somethin' Bitch niggas talkin' 'bout you from the streets you frontin' I never liked you, and you, I don't know So what the fuck you think is 'sposed to happen, we gon go Mono on mono, whatever nigga, I'm gon dust you If you can't pick that afro, I'm gon bust you Walkin' like you was a 'lil nigga 'cuz you is And don't forget that daddy's gonna always love his kids Crackin' niggas got the nerve to wonder why I rob, why You guys will live while everybody else'll starve That pretty shit is played, fuck what your name hold Break a nigga off somethin', watch a nigga gain fo' Now you layin' somewhere cold, stiff as shit And all that riffin' shit, mens will get you hit, bitch Fuhgidabowdit © SONY/ATV TUNES LLC; BOOMER X PUBLISHING; ENOT PUBLISHING; FUNKY NOBLE PRODUCTIONS INC; WB MUSIC CORP.; LL COOL J MUSIC; SONY/ATV SONGS LLC; EKOP PUBLISHING; DEAD GAME PUBLISHING; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com