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Fugidabowedit
DMX feat. LL Cool J, Method Man & Redman
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Check this
Get the fuck outta here
I'm LL Cool J
Soakin' wet with bad bitches in the indoor pool
(Yo, what am I, an animal?)
'Cause I bag dogs too
I'm one bad moolie
Nigga, you can't school me
I'm the GOAT with a rope, 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 can't wear yellow spandex with an ass like cottage cheese
Open-toe shoes, feet smell like collard greens
Toes criss-crossed like she on J. Dupri's team
Bunions 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 I'm lookin' for some washed-up rapper that I can hire
You know, some old school nigga with a bitter attitude
Pay him fifteen hundred to fuck his girl on an interlude
They say I'm souped up, well, soup is good food
So what I scratch my nuts? How the fuck is that rude?
The soul glowin', afro pickin', S-curl hatin', Jamaican rum sippin'
'Til I burp on your girl butt cheeks
'Cause honey had my nuts like two red beets
I'm bananas, out of my fuckin' mind, they won't let me back in
'Cause I was down before the hype like Dusty Rhodes and Buck Backlund
Bruno Sammartino, Stan Stasiak
Now The Rock and Stone Cold are my favorite maniacs
The top rooster pluckin', chickens when they cluckin'
'Cause WWF stands for Win or Where We Fuckin'
Forget about it (Yo, kid)
Forget about it
Forget about it
Forget about it (Huh?)
Yo, forget about it
Yo, ayy, forget about it
Ayy, ayy, forget about it
Ayy, yo, yo, yo, forget about it
I'm like menace to society
I roll through the drive-thru like Kane
Jack you for the cheeseburgers and chicken wings
And Daytons too
See, my boys down to rob crack patients too
Bricks, walk around, snorkel down
Macaroni and cheese Timbs broke out the orphan house
Transportin' out the poison in 'em
Box 'em up in the aisle with the frozen dinners
And them niggas that ran, my goal's to get 'em
With the heat-seekin' flow with four antennas
Doc's the name, that's why y'all fuck with me
I'm pocket change, the bums don't fuck with these
Inject the venom, car no inspection sticker
Check the pen, I write like an ex was in 'em
Teeth grittin', I brawl with a Major League mitten
With a stash at par, and he takin' me with him
Forget about it (Huh?)
Yo, forget about it (Yeah)
Ayo, nigga, forget about it
Yo, yo, yo, forget about it
Yo, dog, forget about it
Yo, you heard? Forget about it
Ayo, you hear me? Forget about it
Yo, nigga, forget about it
Yo, this be a Cool J function
Music get my blood pumpin'
Down for whatever, which usually means I'm up to somethin'
Who owe me somethin'? Them niggas in the back frontin'
They rock like Hudson with the eight-oh wax percussion
You know my name, so there's no need for introduction
I'm Mr. Done It All, so none of y'all can do me nothin'
Bitch, I'm grown, puffin' on that one and gone
Back up your queen bee and swing her to the honeycomb
Backs get blown, tracks get thrown
In headlocks from this view, I'm fuckin' Star Jones
I'm red hot just like candy
In '95 won a Grammy
Yo, we use it as a ashtray now
Niggas can't stand or understand me
Either/or, funky headhunter, wild Comanches with shitty drawers
What's that shit? What shit? That shit on your lip
I can't smoke with you, kiddo, but I'll save you the clip, huh?
Forget about it
Ayo, nigga, forget about it
Yo, dog, forget about it
Yo, forget about it
Forget about it
Ayo, dog, forget about it
Bitches can't stand me (Forget about it)
Still pullin' down panties (Forget about it)
The shit I see every day brings tears to my eyes
How I holler at my niggas brings ears to my cries
If niggas been noddin' off, then teach 'em somethin' (What?)
Bitch niggas talk about you from the street, you frontin'
I never liked you, and you? I don't know
So what the fuck you think is supposed to happen? We gon' go
Mano a mano, whatever, nigga, I'm gon' dust you (What?)
If you can't take that ass whoopin', I'm gon' bust you (What?)
Talkin' to you like a little nigga 'cause you is (Aight)
But don't forget that daddy's gonna always love his kid (You know)
Smackin' niggas got the nerve to wonder why I rob (Why?)
You guys were livin' fat while everybody else starve
That pretty shit is lame, fuck what your name hold
Break a nigga off somethin', watch a nigga game fold
Now you lames gon' wear coats, stiff as shit
And all that rippin' shit managed to get you was hit, bitch
Forget about it