调：G# minor
Intro 1
G#m
F#
G#m
Verse 1
I'm LL Cool
Soaking wet with bad
bitches in the indoor pool
Verse 2
Verse 3
and you can get pants, schooly
what I wrote cause fire and smoke
Think I started on the choir
singing solo for the pope
Tell your mama please,
get up off her knees
Open toed shoes,
Toes "Kriss Krossed" like
balls in the sand plus
assistants are fired
Now I'm looking for some washed
You know some old school
nigga wit a bit of attitude
in an interlude
soup is good food
So what I scratch my nuts,
how the fuck is that wrong
For so glowing, Afro picking
Verse 4
Kid I'll burp on your girl
butt cheeks
Verse 5
I'm bananas, out of my fucking mind
Cause I was down before the hype
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G#m
like Dusty Rhodes and Bob Backlund
The top rooster plucking,
chickens when I'm clucking
Verse 6
Fuhgidabowdit
Yo, Fuhgidabowdit
Yo, ey, Fuhgidabowdit
Ey, ey, Fuhgidabowdit
Eh, Fuhgidabowdit
Verse 7
G#m
Menace II Society
I roll through the drive through like Kane
Jack you for the cheeseburgers and chicken wings,
and datins too
crack patience too
Macaroni and cheese Timbs broke
Transporting out, the poison in 'em
with the frozen dinners
Verse 8
Verse 9
With the heat seeking flow with,
four antennas
Doc's the Name,
that's why why y'all fuck wit me
I'm pocket change,
Carlo inspection sticka
Check the pen,
I write like a X was in 'em
Teeth gritting,
I brawl wit a major league mitten
Verse 10
Yo, yo, punk,
Verse 11
G#m
Fuhgidabowdit
Yo, Fuhgidabowdit
Hey yo nigga, Fuhgidabowdit
Yo dog, Fuhgidabowdit
Yo you heard, Fuhgidabowdit
Hey yo you hear me, Fuhgidabowdit
Verse 12
music get my blood pumping
Down for whatever,
which usually means I'm up to something
Who owe me something,
G#m
repercussion
You know my name,
so there's no need for introduction
I'm Mr. Done it all,
so none of why y'all can do me nothing
Bitch I'm grown,
be swinging til the honey comb
In headlocks, from this view,
I'm red hot just like candy,
in '95 won the Grammy
Verse 13
yeah
Either or, funky headhunter wild
Comanches with shitty draws
What's that shit, what shit,
that shit on your lip
I can't smoke wit ya kid,
Verse 14
G#m
Fuhgidabowdit
Ayo nigga, Fuhgidabowdit
Uh, Fuhgidabowdit
Hey yo dog, Fuhgidabowdit
Bitches can't stand me,
Fuhgidabowdit
Still pulling out pennies,
Verse 15
brings tears to my eyes
How I holla at my niggas
brings ears to my cries
Stick niggas for not knowing,
I don't know
So what the fuck you think is 'sposed to happen,
we goin' go
Mano a mano, whatever nigga,
I'm goin' dust you
I'm goin' bust you
'cause you is
And don't forget that daddy's
gonna always love his kids
Cracking niggas got the nerve to wonder why I rob,
why
You guys will live while every
fuck what your name hold
watch a nigga gain fo'
Now you laying somewhere cold,
stiff as shit
And all that riffing shit,
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