Lyrics:

(LL Cool J)
Get the fuck out of here, Im LL Cool
Soakin wet with bad bitches in the indoor pool
(Redman)
Yo what am I, an animal?

(LL)
Cause I bagged yours too
One bad mooley, nigga you cant school me
Im the G.O.A.T., what I wrote cause fire and smoke
Think I started on the choir singin solo for the pope
Tell your mama please, get up off her knees
You cant wear yellow spandex wit a ass like cottage cheese
Open toed shoes, feet smell like collard greens
Toes *Kriss Krossed* like she on J. Dupris team
Bunyon youre sittin up like beach balls in the sand plus
A mouth full of rotten teeth with a dildo in her hand
Who the fuck let you in, all my assistants are fired
Now Im lookin for some washed up rapper that I can hire
You know some old school nigga wit a bit of attitude
Pay him $1500 to fuck a girl in an interlude
You say Im souped up, well, soup is good food
So what I scratch my nuts, how the fuck is that rude
For so glowin, afro pickin
S-curl hatin, Jamaican rum sippin
(Method Man)
Kid Ill burp on your girl buttcheeks

(LL)
Cause honey had my nuts like two red beets
Im bananas, out of my fuckin mind they wont let me back in
Cause I was down before the hype like Dusty Rhodes and Bob Backlund
Bruno Samartino, Stan Staziak
Now The Rock and Stone Cold are my favorite maniacs
The top rooster pluckin, chickens when Im cluckin
WWF stands for When and Where we Fuckin

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Yo kid
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Yo, ey, Fuhgidabowdit
Ey, ey, Fuhgidabowdit
Eh, Fuhgidabowdit

(Redman)
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Im like Menace II Society
I roll through the drive through like Kane
Jack you for the cheeseburgers and chicken wings, and Daytons too
See my boys down the ride crack patience too
Bricks, walk around, snorkel down
Maccaroni and cheese Timbs broke out the orphan house
Transportin out, the poison in em
Box em up in the aisle with the frozen dinners
(Method Man)
And them niggas that ran...

(Redman)
My goals to get em
With the heat seekin flow wit, fo antennas
Docs Da Name, thats why yall fuck wit me
Im pocket change, the bums dont fuck with D
Objective in em, Carlo inspection sticka
Check the pen, I write like a X was in em
Teeth grittin, I brawl wit a major league mitten
(Meth)
Where the stash at, punk
(Red)
Yo, yo, and he takin me wit him

Fuhgidabowdit
Yo, Fuhgidabowdit
Ayo nigga, Fuhgidabowdit
Yo, yo, yo, Fuhgidabowdit
Yo dog, Fuhgidabowdit
Yo you heard, Fuhgidabowdit
Ayo you hear me, Fuhgidabowdit
Yo nigga, Fuhgidabowdit

(Method Man)
Yo, this be a Cool J function, music get my blood pumpin
Down for whatever, which usually means Im up to somethin
Who owe me somethin, them niggas in the back frontin
They rockin cuffs and, put the eight up, rappercussion
You know my name, so theres no need for introduction
Im Mr. Done it all, so none of yall can do me nothing
Bitch Im grown, puffin on that one and bone
Bet me and Queen Bee be swingin till the honey come
Backs get blown, trash get thrown
In headlocks, from this view, Im fuckin Star Jones
Im red hot just like candy, in 95 won the Grammy
(Redman)
Yo, he use it as an ashtray now
(Method)
Niggas cant stand or understand me, yeah
Either or, funky headhunter wild comanchees wit shitty draws
Whats that shit, what shit, that shit on your lip
I cant smoke wit ya kid, but Ill save ya the clip...

Fuhgidabowdit
Ayo nigga, Fuhgidabowdit
Yo, what the fuck, Fuhgidabowdit
Yo, Fuhgidabowdit
Uh, Fuhgidabowdit [DMX growl]
Ayo dog, Fuhgidabowdit [DMX growl]
Bitches cant stand me, Fuhgidabowdit [DMX growl]
Still pullin down her panties, Fuhgidabowdit

(DMX)
The shit I see every day brings tears to my eyes
How I holla at my niggas brings ears to my cries
Stick niggas for not knowin, then teach em somethin
Bitch niggas talkin bout you from the streets you frontin
I never liked you, and you, I dont know
So what the fuck you think is sposed to happen, we gon go
Mono on mono, whatever nigga, Im gon dust you
If you cant take that ass whoopin, Im gon bust you
Talkin to you like a lil nigga cause you is
But dont forget that daddys gonna always love his kids
Faggot niggas got the nerve to wan know why I rob
You guys are livin phat while everybody elsell starve!
That pretty shit is lame, fuck what your name hold
Break a nigga off somethin, watch a nigga gain fo
Now you layin somewhere cold, stiff as shit
And all that riffin shit, mens will get you hit, bitch

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