[ll j] Get the out of here, I'm ll cool wet with bad bitches in the indoor pool Yo what am i, an
'cause I bagged too One bad mooley, and you can get pants, I'm the g.o.a.t., what I wrote cause and smoke Think I started on the choir singin solo for the your mama please, get up off her knees You can't yellow spandex wit a ass of cottage cheese Open shoes, feet smell like collard greens *kriss krossed* like she on j. dupris' team Button your sittin up like balls in the sand plus A mouth full of rotten with a dildo in her hand Who the let you in, all my assistants are fired Now I'm lookin for some up rapper that I can hire You know some old school nigga wit a bit of Pay him $1500 to fuck a in an interlude You say I'm souped up, well, soup is good So what I scratch my nuts, how the fuck is that For so glowin, afro S-curl hatin, jamaican rum
man] Kid I'll burp on girl buttcheeks
The honey had my like two red beets I'm banannas, out of my mind they won't let me back in 'cause I was down before the hype like rhodes and bob backlund Bruno samartino, staziak Now the rock and stone cold are my maniacs The top rooster pluckin, chickens I'm cluckin Wwf for when and where we fuckin
Yo kid Yo, Yo, ey, Ey, ey, Eh,
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo I'm menace ii society I roll the drive thru like kane Jack you for the cheeseburgers and chicken wings, and too See my boys down the crack patience too Bricks, around, snorkel down and cheese timbs broke out the orphan house Transportin out, the in 'em Box 'em up in the with the frozen dinners
man] And them niggas ran... My to get 'em With the seekin flow wit, fo' antennas Doc's da name, that's why fuck wit me I'm pocket change, the bums don't fuck d Objective in 'em, carlo inspection Check the pen, I write a x was in 'em Teeth grittin, I brawl wit a major league
Where the at Yo, yo, punk, m me wit him
Yo, Ayo nigga, Yo, yo, yo, Yo dog, Yo you heard, Ayo you me, fuhgidabowdit Yo nigga,
man] Yo, this be the cool j function, get my blood pumpin for whatever, which usually means I'm up to somethin Who owe me somethin, niggas in the back frontin They rockin cuffs and, put the eight up, You my name, so there's no need for introduction I'm mr. done it all, so none of can do me nothing I'm grown, puffin on that one and bone Bet me and queen bee be swingin til the honey get blown, trash get thrown In headlocks, from view, I'm fuckin star jones I'm red hot like candy, in '95 won the grammy
Yo, he use it as an now Niggas can't or understand me, yeah Either or, funky headhunter comanchees wit shitty draws What's shit, what shit, that shit on your lip I can't wit ya kid, but I'll save ya the clip...
Ayo nigga, Yo, what the fuck, Yo, Uh, Ayo dog, [dmx growl] can't stand me, fuhgidabowdit [dmx growl] Still pullin out pennies, [dmx growl]
The shit I see day brings tears to my eyes How I holla at my niggas ears to my cries Stick for not knowin, then teach 'em somethin Bitch niggas talkin bout you the streets you frontin I liked you, and you, I don't know So the fuck you think is 'sposed to happen, we gon go Mono on mono, whatever nigga, I'm gon you If you can't that afro, I'm gon bust you Walkin you was a lil nigga 'cause you is And don't forget that daddy's gonna love his kids Crackin got the nerve to wonder why I rob, why You guys will live while else'll starve That pretty shit is played, fuck what your name Break a nigga off somethin, watch a nigga fo' Now you somewhere cold, stiff as shit And all riffin shit, mens will get you hit, bitch