| Get the fuck out of here, Im ll cool
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| Soakin wet with bad bitches in the indoor pool
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| Yo what am i, an animal?
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| Cuz I bagged yours too
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| One bad mooley, and you can get pants, schooly
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| Im the g.o.a.t., what I wrote cause fire and smoke
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| Think I started on the choir singin solo for the pope
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| Tell your mama please, get up off her knees
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| You cant wear yellow spandex wit a ass of cottage cheese
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| Open toed shoes, feet smell like collard greens
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| Toes *kriss krossed* like she on j. |
| dupris team
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| Button your sittin up like beach balls in the sand plus
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| A mouth full of rotten teeth with a dildo in her hand
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| Who the fuck let you in, all my assistants are fired
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| Now Im lookin for some washed up rapper that I can hire
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| You know some old school nigga wit a bit of attitude
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| Pay him $ 1500 to fuck a girl in an interlude
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| You say Im souped up, well, soup is good food
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| So what I scratch my nuts, how the fuck is that wrong
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| For so glowin, afro pickin
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| S-curl hatin, jamaican rum sippin
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| Kid Ill burp on your girl buttcheeks
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| The honey had my nuts like two red beets
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| Im banannas, out of my fuckin mind they wont let me back in Cuz I was down before the hype like dusty rhodes and bob backlund
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| Bruno samartino, stan staziak
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| Now the rock and stone cold are my favorite maniacs
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| The top rooster pluckin, chickens when Im cluckin
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| Wwf stands for when and where we fuckin
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| Fuhgidabowdit
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| Yo kid
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| Fuhgidabowdit
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| Fuhgidabowdit
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| Yo, fuhgidabowdit
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| Yo, ey, fuhgidabowdit
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| Ey, ey, fuhgidabowdit
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| Eh, fuhgidabowdit
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| Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Im like menace ii society
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| I roll through the drive thru like kane
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| Jack you for the cheeseburgers and chicken wings, and datins too
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| See my boys down the ride crack patience too
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| Bricks, walk around, snorkel down
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| Maccaroni and cheese timbs broke out the orphan house
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| Transportin out, the poison in em Box em up in the aisle with the frozen dinners
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| And them niggas that ran…
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| My goals to get em With the heat seekin flow wit, fo antennas
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| Docs da name, thats why yall fuck wit me Im pocket change, the bums dont fuck with d Objective in em, carlo inspection sticka
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| Check the pen, I write like a x was in em Teeth grittin, I brawl wit a major league mitten
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| Where the stash at Yo, yo, punk, m takin me wit him
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| Fuhgidabowdit
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| Yo, fuhgidabowdit
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| Ayo nigga, fuhgidabowdit
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| Yo, yo, yo, fuhgidabowdit
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| Yo dog, fuhgidabowdit
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| Yo you heard, fuhgidabowdit
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| Ayo you hear me, fuhgidabowdit
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| Yo nigga, fuhgidabowdit
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| Yo, this be the cool j function, music get my blood pumpin
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| Down for whatever, which usually means Im up to somethin
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| Who owe me somethin, them niggas in the back frontin
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| They rockin cuffs and, put the eight up, rappercussion
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| You know my name, so theres no need for introduction
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| Im mr. |
| done it all, so none of yall can do me nothing
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| Bitch Im grown, puffin on that one and bone
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| Bet me and queen bee be swingin til the honey come
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| Backs get blown, trash get thrown
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| In headlocks, from this view, Im fuckin star jones
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| Im red hot just like candy, in 95 won the grammy
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| Yo, he use it as an ashtray now
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| Niggas cant stand or understand me, yeah
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| Either or, funky headhunter wild comanchees wit shitty draws
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| Whats that shit, what shit, that shit on your lip
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| I cant smoke wit ya kid, but Ill save ya the clip…
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| Fuhgidabowdit
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| Ayo nigga, fuhgidabowdit
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| Yo, what the fuck, fuhgidabowdit
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| Yo, fuhgidabowdit
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| Uh, fuhgidabowdit
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| Ayo dog, fuhgidabowdit
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| Bitches cant stand me, fuhgidabowdit
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| Still pullin out pennies, fuhgidabowdit
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| The shit I see every day brings tears to my eyes
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| How I holla at my niggas brings ears to my cries
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| Stick niggas for not knowin, then teach em somethin
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| Bitch niggas talkin bout you from the streets you frontin
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| I never liked you, and you, I dont know
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| So what the fuck you think is sposed to happen, we gon go Mono on mono, whatever nigga, Im gon dust you
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| If you cant pick that afro, Im gon bust you
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| Walkin like you was a lil nigga cuz you is And dont forget that daddys gonna always love his kids
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| Crackin niggas got the nerve to wonder why I rob, why
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| You guys will live while everybody elsell starve
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| That pretty shit is played, fuck what your name hold
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| Break a nigga off somethin, watch a nigga gain fo Now you layin somewhere cold, stiff as shit
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| And all that riffin shit, mens will get you hit, bitch
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| Fuhgidabowdit |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fuhgidabowdit , by - LL COOL J. Song from the album G. O. A. T. Featuring James T. Smith: The Greatest Of All Time, in the genre R&B