run the floor (run the floor!) You can't take none of this hardcore (hardcore!) In the game we take you to war (war!) You ain't seen nothin' like this
MCs In the immortal words of LL Cool J as he would say I'm a G.O.A.T. And for those of y'all who don't know what a G.O.A.T. is, it means the "Greatest
of all this player hating that's going on in my own city Can't get no airplay, you know what I'm sayin? But ey, it's cool though, you know what I'm sayin
tricks for this little antagonist faggot dick-suckin' Ex-LL Cool J fan from Windsor I'm 'bout to murder little Kenny fag Keniff-sta You bastard I ain't
them chicks for some thicker ones. Hit and run, bigger funds, But still can't forget to pour liquor, As I reminisce on them niggas that couldn't come. Rest in peace, can't
I thinking? wasn't trying to be cool its Just the thrill of the danger get so filled up with anger When a stranger get to violating He sleeping on me wide awake, bitch i,ll
tricks on new fools so everybody rocks jewels, but can't nobody drop jewels one-track-minded, blinded, thinking only pop's cool supply & demand rules
to cool at the jams And if the MC ain't workin, I smack the mic out his hands If the beat ain't slammin and the deejay ain't def I snatch the needle
is headed [Chorus] [LL Cool J:] (Wit'cha, wit'cha) Uhh (uhh) Yeah (si papi, uhh) (If I can get wit'cha) (Si papi, si) Uh-huh (Papi) If I can't
take you places you can?t go I woulda been a catcher behind the plate but you can?t throw 'Cause you don?t know but you don?t hear me though Yo, check
faces I don't trust them, I've got no one to depend on [Chorus] Ain't got nobody to depend on, no tengo nade Don't need nobody but myself, can't trust
the greatest MC's spit it lyrically I don't think you hearin' me today Big Daddy Kane, Rakim, LL Cool J Kool G. Rap, Roxanne Shante Craig G, man, what else can
can't even lie about it Baby just alleviate your clothes, time to fly up out it Catch you at a club, oh shit you got me fiendin Body talkin shit to me but I can
wow" Cause they know how I get It don't matter if it's motown All the way to your town You can't slow down my hits Can't slow it down man Think about
at three" Can't bitch, the bus don't ride your street, ho We gonna eat at Mexican Village Take a cab and I'll pay the tab And when she showed, well,
't like your bitch 'Cuz my bitch don't bitch at all My bitch don't blink, she don't even think About money or fuckin' mall My kind of bitch don't fix
life So we can chill and have a little fun So we can chill and have some little ones So we can chill until our living's done C'mon, don't stop Girl
around hip hop since '85 She had her ups and downs but she stayed alive I used to think LL stood for Love LA He from Queens, how the fuck he put that with Cool J