LL Cool J (feat. Kandice Love)

Ayo, Bimmy So rock the bells, Def Jam collabo' man You know'say, Bim-my, yeah Feel It's baby, hahahaha I'm the G.O.A.T. I just ball a lot And I'm double platinum on the hot blocks and The hottest nigga in the whole spot And you see my hand, not what I got and Strictly evil in the big box And it's no stoppin' when my shit knocks and Get it all, baby, don't stop And don't move the bottle, let the corks pop I'm incredible (what nigga?), Outrageous Turn money like encyclopedia pages (you know) Get freaky throw dyke bitches in cages Paid in full European shit, fuck Avis Rocks in ears, blingin' the atmosphere Fuck Canibus, I bodied him last year But the L still here watch face crystal clear The other chick will give me heat while I shampoo her hair Head tilted back baby no more tears You mumblin' and shit duke my flow more clear Baby listen here, I been gettin' paper for years And program directors who fronted they disappear And 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 the G.O.A.T. I just ball a lot And I'm double platinum on the hot blocks and The hottest nigga in the whole spot And you see my hand, not what I got and Strictly evil in the big box And it's no stoppin' when my shit knocks and Get it all, baby, don't stop And don't move the bottle, let the corks pop (uh, uh) Bandwagon niggas ride my dick everyday And broke ass critics always got somethin' to say 'Bout how a nigga should flip his shit a different way The fuck you know 'bout hip-hop, I'm LL Cool J (nigga) They send Bentleys for me, security escort me Now you wanna run to the authorities and report me For being cocky toward 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 poppin' that shit jealous bastarts I ain't impressed by you playa that's that Matter-o-fact gimme your autograph dwag on my nut-sack Y'all niggas Benigni-ing, not cool You just got some white kids in the suburbs fooled But your albums trash from the skit to the covers I tear the plastic off and use it for a rubber I'm the G.O.A.T. I just ball a lot And I'm double platinum on the hot blocks and The hottest nigga in the whole spot And you see my hand, not what I got and Strictly evil in the big box And it's no stoppin' when my shit knocks and Get it all, baby, don't stop And don't move the bottle, let the corks pop (yo) Seems like every rapper's a former Nicky Barnes Ya ugly ass corny niggas is wannabe dons I'm the best, platinum nine times in a row (wow) Paparozzi flash while I snatch niggas hoes (wow) Live the lifestyles so the average dime piece Wanna have my lovechild and roll L style A man hostile, but my Queens niggas run wild So when I skate through niggas strain to smile Peep my profile and my iced-out dial I tap my horn, say "What up?" but never smile And deuce ass niggas is noodles And your broke ass stripper weave is lookin' like a poodle (word up) 'Scuse 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, big fell, I excel, rock bells I'm the G.O.A.T. I just ball a lot And I'm double platinum on the hot blocks and (uh-huh) The hottest nigga in the whole spot And you see my hand, not what I got and (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh) Strictly evil in the big box And it's no stoppin' when my shit knocks and (yeah, yeah) Get it all, baby, don't stop And don't move the bottle, let the corks pop (word up) You know what I'm sayin'? Your whole clique is fugazi Know what I'm sayin'? I got the daze, I'ma maze 'em and faze 'em, you know what I mean? But they can't faze me Like all my Cali nigga say, "I can't be faded dawg" It's the NY shit, tho, you know what I mean? Queens in the house, 'til death do us part, baby Hip hop for life, what y'all niggas want?