Aiiyo, Bimmy

So rock the bells, Def Jam collabo', man

You know what I'm sayin', Bimmy? Yeah

Feel this, baby I'm the G.O.A.T., I just ball a lot

(L L)

An' I'm double platinum on the hot blocks

(Cool J)

An' the hottest nigga in the whole spot

(L L)

An' you see my hand, not what I got

(Cool J) An' strictly evil in the big box

(L L)

An' it's no stoppin' when my *** knocks

(Cool J)

An' get it all, baby, don't stop

(L L)

An' don't move the bottle, let the corks pop

(Cool J) I'm incredible, well, nigga, outrageous

Turn money like encyclopedia pages

Get freaky, throw dyke bitches in cages

Paid in full, European ***, *** Avis Rocks in ears, blingin' the atmosphere

*** Canibus, I bodied him last year

But the L still here, watch face, crystal clear

The other chick that give me head while I shampoo her hair Head tilted back, baby, no more tears

You mumblin' an' ***, duke, my flow more clear

Baby, listen here, I been gettin' paper for years

An' program directors who fronted, they disappear An' 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 I'm the G.O.A.T., I just ball a lot

(L L)

An' I'm double platinum on the hot blocks

(Cool J)

An' the hottest nigga in the whole spot

(L L)

An' you see my hand not what I got

(Cool J) An' strictly evil in the big box

(L L)

An' it's no stoppin' when my *** knocks

(Cool J)

An' get it all, baby, don't stop

(L L)

An' don't move the bottle, let the corks pop

(Cool J) Bandwagon niggas ride my dick everyday

An' broke ass critics always got somethin' to say

'Bout how a nigga should've flipped his *** a different way

The *** you know 'bout hip hop? I'm LL Cool J They send Bentleys for me, security escort me

Now you wanna run to the authorities an' report me

For being cocky towards 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 be poppin' that ***, jealous bastards

I ain't impressed by you, playa, that's that

Matter o' fact, gimme your autograph, dawg, on my nut sack Y'all niggas benignin', not cool

You just got some white kids in the suburbs fooled

But your album's trash, from the skit to the covers

I tear the plastic off it an' use it for a rubber, I'm I'm the G.O.A.T., I just ball a lot

(L L)

An' I'm double platinum on the hot blocks

(Cool J)

An' the hottest nigga in the whole spot

(L L)

An' you see my hand, not what I got

(Cool J) An' strictly evil in the big box

(L L)

An' it's no stoppin' when my *** knocks

(Cool J)

An' get it all, baby, don't stop

(L L)

An' don't move the bottle, let the corks pop

(Cool J) Yo, seems like every rappers' the former Nicky Barnes

Ya ugly ass corny niggas is wannabe dons

I'm the best, platinum, nine times in a row

Paparazzi flash while I snatch niggas' hoes Live the lifestyles, so the average dime piece

Wanna have my lovechild an' roll L style

A man hostile but my Queens niggas run wild

So when I skate through niggas strain to smile Peep my profile an' my iced out dial

I tap my horn, say, "What up?" but never smile

An' deuce ass niggas is noodles

An' your broke ass stripper weave is lookin' like a poodle Excuse 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, they fell, I excel, rock bells, I'm I'm the G.O.A.T., I just ball a lot

(L L)

An' I'm double platinum on the hot blocks

(Cool J)

An' the hottest nigga in the whole spot

(L L)

An' you see my hand, not what I got

(Cool J) An' strictly evil in the big box

(L L)

An' it's no stoppin' when my *** knocks

(Cool J)

An' get it all, baby, don't stop

(L L)

An' don't move the bottle, let the corks pop

(Cool J) You know what I'm sayin'?

You're whole click is [Incomprehensible]

Know what I'm sayin'?

I got the daze in my maze, I'ma faze 'em

You know what I mean? They can't faze me Like all my Cali niggas say, I can't be faded, dawg

It's the NY [Incomprehensible], you know what I mean

Queens in the house, 'til death do us apart, baby

Hip hop for life, which y'all niggas want?