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LL COOL J
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Rockin' With The G.O.A.T.
作词：James Todd Smith, George Spivey
You should be happy
If we get outta this thing with a ringtone
Clown
That was cool, now let's get back to that block shit
Make it impossible for haters who wanna pop shit
(I got this)
I'm leanin' back in the cockpit
I drop big bombs, these bastards can't stop it
(Hotness)
I'm a profit for profit
Once I decide to lock it, frontin' on me is toxic
Go prop on haters, love songs and rock hits
Blow 'em out they truck is when I spit, they ain't about ish
(This is it)
I'm so ruthless and cunnin'
When the drummer was drummin', y'all see I got your man runnin'
LL the boss like Luke with the force
My technique's ugly, dirty like a-rugby
Drop jewels like Yoda, my young students love me
All rappers are under, not one of them above me
(I rip it)
I blow the whole house down on your big mouth, clown
You can come see me now
(Mic check)
You are now rockin' with the G.O.A.T.
Throw your hands in the air, have a sip, take a toke, uh
(Hot ish)
You are now rockin' wit the G.O.A.T.
Go 'head, do your two step with your hand in your coat, playa
(Heartache)
You are now rockin' with the G.O.A.T.
Throw your hands in the air, try to wave away the smoke, right
(That's it)
You are now rockin' with the G.O.A.T.
Go 'head, do your two step while I let these haters know
You better
(Back down)
Listen good with both ears
Keep your mouth shut, fall back like broke chairs
How can they deliver like me, I'm so rare
Your man had a pretty good run, I don't care
(I'm so far)
Far ahead that I'm countin' in light years
That mean lightnin' strikes longer than your career
I'm some arrogant superstars, you like that? Yeah
In your club makin' ruckus, no momma wanna touch us
(I'm a grown man)
Muff boys like Kobe at the Ruckers
I play Chris Tucker, rush all you ah suckers
You way to lame
(Come here)
I show you game
(Oh yeah)
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But just in case y'all forgot my name
I'm the G.O.A.T., much hotter lately
Ripping all comers, since Cut-Creator chopped the break beat
Farmers Boulevard's is up in here thick
And I help Russell hustle, you could go ask Rick
(Mic check)
You are now rockin' with the G.O.A.T.
Throw your hands in the air, have a sip, take a toke, uh
(Hot ish)
You are now rockin' wit the G.O.A.T.
Go 'head, do your two step with your hand in your coat, playa
(Heartache)
You are now rockin' with the G.O.A.T.
Throw your hands in the air, try to wave away the smoke, right
(That's it)
You are now rockin' with the G.O.A.T.
Go 'head, do your two step while I let these haters know
The, the, the, the
(Monster)
Is back, they probably put a hit on me for murderin' the track
They tried to flip on me, they thought I wasn't comin' back
They sealed the jar and then they threw me in the back
Career means circles, I came back like, brack
I floated to the top, fully loaded on cock
'Cause once he get the oven this hot, he don't stop
These frauds wanna sell you the hype but don't cop
I'll give you the pure shot
(I'm the L)
Motherfuckin' L forever
What they singin' on the internet, I rip whoever
For the last 10 years, I so I loved 'em better
But I'm back you sick time to get your clique together dummy
I
(Play hard)
I goes in for real
The odds are always wit me when I spin the wheel
And you could've rocked wit me but you're not real
So when I polish off the plaque I'll let you know how it feels
(Mic check)
You are now rockin' with the G.O.A.T.
Throw your hands in the air, have a sip, take a toke, uh
(Hot ish)
You are now rockin' wit the G.O.A.T.
Go 'head, do your two step with your hand in your coat, playa
(Heartache)
You are now rockin' with the G.O.A.T.
Throw your hands in the air, try to wave away the smoke, right
(That's it)
You are now rockin' with the G.O.A.T.
Go 'head, do your two step while I let these haters know
Mic check, you are now rockin' with the G.O.A.T.
Retire
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