An' you see my hand, not what I got
An' don't move the bottle, let the corks pop
(Cool J)
Now you wanna run to the authorities an' report me
(L L)
(L L)
Rocks in ears, blingin' the atmosphere
Know what I'm sayin'?
'Bout how a nigga should've flipped his shit a different way
(L L)
It's the NY [Incomprehensible], you know what I mean
(Cool J)
(Cool J)
An' I'm double platinum on the hot blocks
Head tilted back, baby, no more tears
Fuck Canibus, I bodied him last year
(Cool J)
So when I skate through niggas strain to smile
Like all my Cali niggas say, I can't be faded, dawg
Can't front on this hip hop phenomenon from Queens, I'm
Get freaky, throw dyke bitches in cages
An' your broke ass stripper weave is lookin' like a poodle
I'm the G.O.A.T., I just ball a lot
An' strictly evil in the big box
(L L)
Turn money like encyclopedia pages
That's why you be poppin' that shit, jealous bastards
(L L)
(Cool J)
(L L)
An' you see my hand not what I got
(Cool J)
The fuck you know 'bout hip hop? I'm LL Cool J
An' it's no stoppin' when my shit knocks
Paparazzi flash while I snatch niggas' hoes
An' it's no stoppin' when my shit knocks
Feel this, baby
An' strictly evil in the big box
An' get it all, baby, don't stop
You know what I'm sayin'?
An' it's no stoppin' when my shit knocks
Excuse my French, je m'appelle 'LL'
(L L)
An' get it all, baby, don't stop
(Cool J)
An' it's no stoppin' when my shit knocks
I'm the G.O.A.T., I just ball a lot
I'm the G.O.A.T., I just ball a lot
I'm the G.O.A.T., I just ball a lot
Live the lifestyles, so the average dime piece
Queens in the house, 'til death do us apart, baby
An' you see my hand, not what I got
I'm supposed to have it, you never been close to karats
An' the hottest nigga in the whole spot
(L L)
An' grimy ass niggas get laced with car bombs
Bandwagon niggas ride my dick everyday
(Cool J)
An' get it all, baby, don't stop
(Cool J)
I tear the plastic off it an' use it for a rubber, I'm
You mumblin' an' shit, duke, my flow more clear
An' strictly evil in the big box
An' you see my hand, not what I got
An' deuce ass niggas is noodles
Hard as hell, they fell, I excel, rock bells, I'm
Wanna have my lovechild an' roll L style
An' broke ass critics always got somethin' to say
(Cool J)
(Cool J)
(Cool J)
For being cocky towards those that cock block me
I'm makin' millions, no, nigga, it don't shock me
An' don't move the bottle, let the corks pop
(L L)
(Cool J)
An' the hottest nigga in the whole spot
An' I'm double platinum on the hot blocks
Yo, seems like every rappers' the former Nicky Barnes
You just got some white kids in the suburbs fooled
But your album's trash, from the skit to the covers
(L L)
(L L)
I'll burn your magazine, God'll intervene
(Cool J)
(Cool J)
I'm incredible, well, nigga, outrageous
Y'all niggas benignin', not cool
Baby, listen here, I been gettin' paper for years
Matter o' fact, gimme your autograph, dawg, on my nut sack
You know what I mean? They can't faze me
I ain't impressed by you, playa, that's that
But the L still here, watch face, crystal clear
They send Bentleys for me, security escort me
Peep my profile an' my iced out dial
An' I'm double platinum on the hot blocks
(L L)
Ya ugly ass corny niggas is wannabe dons
(L L)
An' the hottest nigga in the whole spot
A man hostile but my Queens niggas run wild
(L L)
An' get it all, baby, don't stop
I'm platinum again, so tell 'em to go to hell
The other chick that give me head while I shampoo her hair
An' I'm double platinum on the hot blocks
Then pour some Cristal for my foes that fell
Paid in full, European shit, fuck Avis
(L L)
I'm the best, platinum, nine times in a row
An' the hottest nigga in the whole spot
(L L)
An' don't move the bottle, let the corks pop
You know what I'm sayin', Bimmy? Yeah
An' program directors who fronted, they disappear
An' don't move the bottle, let the corks pop
(Cool J)
I tap my horn, say, "What up?" but never smile
For bein' over critical when Uncle get it on
An' strictly evil in the big box
You're whole click is [Incomprehensible]
I got the daze in my maze, I'ma faze 'em
