Lyric LL Cool J
[Intro:]
Aiiyo Bimmy
So rock the bells, Def Jam collabo man
You know say, Bim...my...yeah
Feel It s baby, (uh) ha (uh) ha (uh) ha (uh) ha ha
[Chorus: LL Cool J and Kandice Love]
(L) I m the G.O.A.T. I just ball a lot (L)
And (Cool J) I m double platinum on the hot blocks and
(L) the hottest nigga in the whole spot (L)
And (Cool J) you see my hand not what I got and
(L) Strictly evil in the big box (L)
And (Cool J) It s no stoppin when my shit knocks and
(L) Get it all baby don t stop (L)
And (Cool J) don t move the bottle let the corks pop
[Verse 1: LL Cool J]
I m incredible, well nigga, outrageous
Turn money like encyclopedia pages
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)
[Chorus: LL Cool J and Kandice Love]
(L) I m the G.O.A.T. I just ball a lot (L)
And (Cool J) I m double platinum on the hot blocks and
(L) the hottest nigga in the whole spot (L)
And (Cool J) you see my hand not what I got and
(L) Strictly evil in the big box (L)
And (Cool J) It s no stoppin when my shit knocks and
(L) Get it all baby don t stop (L)
And (Cool J) don t move the bottle let the corks pop
[Verse 2: LL Cool J]
Bandwagon niggas ride my dick ev ryday
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...t ward 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...on my nut-sack
Ya ll 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)
[Chorus: LL Cool J and Kandice Love]
(L) I m the G.O.A.T. I just ball a lot (L)
And (Cool J) I m double platinum on the hot blocks and
(L) the hottest nigga in the whole spot (L)
And (Cool J) you see my hand not what I got and
(L) Strictly evil in the big box (L)
And (Cool J) It s no stoppin when my shit knocks and
(L) Get it all baby don t stop (L)
And (Cool J) don t move the bottle let the corks pop
[Verse 3: LL Cool J]
Seems like ev ry rappers 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
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)
[Chorus: LL Cool J and Kandice Love]
(L) I m the G.O.A.T. I just ball a lot (L)
And (Cool J) I m double platinum on the hot blocks and
(L) the hottest nigga in the whole spot (L)
And (Cool J) you see my hand not what I got and
(L) Strictly evil in the big box (L)
And (Cool J) It s no stoppin when my shit knocks and
(L) Get it all baby don t stop (L)
And (Cool J) don t move the bottle let the corks pop
Aiiyo Bimmy
So rock the bells, Def Jam collabo man
You know say, Bim...my...yeah
Feel It s baby, (uh) ha (uh) ha (uh) ha (uh) ha ha
[Chorus: LL Cool J and Kandice Love]
(L) I m the G.O.A.T. I just ball a lot (L)
And (Cool J) I m double platinum on the hot blocks and
(L) the hottest nigga in the whole spot (L)
And (Cool J) you see my hand not what I got and
(L) Strictly evil in the big box (L)
And (Cool J) It s no stoppin when my shit knocks and
(L) Get it all baby don t stop (L)
And (Cool J) don t move the bottle let the corks pop
[Verse 1: LL Cool J]
I m incredible, well nigga, outrageous
Turn money like encyclopedia pages
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)
[Chorus: LL Cool J and Kandice Love]
(L) I m the G.O.A.T. I just ball a lot (L)
And (Cool J) I m double platinum on the hot blocks and
(L) the hottest nigga in the whole spot (L)
And (Cool J) you see my hand not what I got and
(L) Strictly evil in the big box (L)
And (Cool J) It s no stoppin when my shit knocks and
(L) Get it all baby don t stop (L)
And (Cool J) don t move the bottle let the corks pop
[Verse 2: LL Cool J]
Bandwagon niggas ride my dick ev ryday
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...t ward 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...on my nut-sack
Ya ll 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)
[Chorus: LL Cool J and Kandice Love]
(L) I m the G.O.A.T. I just ball a lot (L)
And (Cool J) I m double platinum on the hot blocks and
(L) the hottest nigga in the whole spot (L)
And (Cool J) you see my hand not what I got and
(L) Strictly evil in the big box (L)
And (Cool J) It s no stoppin when my shit knocks and
(L) Get it all baby don t stop (L)
And (Cool J) don t move the bottle let the corks pop
[Verse 3: LL Cool J]
Seems like ev ry rappers 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
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)
[Chorus: LL Cool J and Kandice Love]
(L) I m the G.O.A.T. I just ball a lot (L)
And (Cool J) I m double platinum on the hot blocks and
(L) the hottest nigga in the whole spot (L)
And (Cool J) you see my hand not what I got and
(L) Strictly evil in the big box (L)
And (Cool J) It s no stoppin when my shit knocks and
(L) Get it all baby don t stop (L)
And (Cool J) don t move the bottle let the corks pop
