G.o.a.t. lyrics

Artist  : L.l. Cool J 
Song : G.o.a.t.



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[LL Talking during 1st chorus]
Uhh, Yeah, Hell
yeah, Word up
Yeah, Hell yeah, hell
yeah

[Chorus]
I'm the G.O.A.T.
The
Greast of All Time (coo-coo, coo, Cool J)
The
Greast of All Time (LL)
The Greast of All Time
(coo, coo, Cool J)
The Greast of All
Time
I'm the G.O.A.T.
The Greast of All
Time (coo-coo, coo, Cool J)
The Greast of All
Time (LL)
The Greast of All Time (Cool
J)
I'm the Greast of All Time

[Verse
1]
I was on the movie set, then he hit me on
the cell
Niggas out here talk bout the King of
Rap fell
Fell where? Don't these niggas know
I'm LL?
Lemme run it throguht this album, tell
Spielberg "Chill"
My jet hit LaGuardia six in
the morn
They be waitin in the Bentley when
the plane takes on
Straight to the studio
dirty - no shower
Threw out 5 mics in the
first half hour
Niggas know, who about to get
all the dough (LL)
Who about to hit all your
homes (LL)
Who about to spit all the
flows
That's all I can say, and I can't stands
no more (We know)
Aiight then, what the fuck
the deal yo?
I's raised on some ill shit,
let's be real
Uptown - the Bronx, and Brooklyn
and Queens
Staten Island, Jersey, ya know the
routine

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
East
Coast - y'all want it, y'all got it
Look up in
my eyes, a nigga feelin psychotic
Look outside
nigga, my cars excited
Look at the crowd, how
they respond to my product
Like exstacy, my
crew's next to me
It's my destiny, to make
history
I'm the emperor - Rap King
>From
the streets of Paris, up north to
Sing-Sing
One question: Do I do my thing
thing? (Hell Yeah)
Then putcha L's in the air,
for the Greatest Rapper All Time
You want that
other nigga album
But that nigga bought all
mine
So get the realness (uhh)
Matter fact
turn it up so you can feel this (uhh)
Ice
grill all you want, I'm fearless (uhh)
Nigga,
you just blue try, you can't appeal this
(uhh)
I'm about to kill this
(uhh)

[Chorus]

[(Background)
LL]
(LL Cool J is) Break it down
(Hard
as)

Feel it, yeah, blow ya whistles, yeah
*laugh*
Sss, you can't fuck wit me,
nigga
Feel it
Fuck wrong wit
you?

[Verse 3]
I wrote so ill that I
sold ten mill
Drop more platinum, to fo' mo'
bills
You pop mo' shit, I show mo'
skill
Greatest of All Time, and that's all
real
Ain't no reapper could do what I
do
Rip ya whole label so low, no crew
Ain't
a M C that I can't go throught
And I only have
respect for a chosen few
But they could get it
too
Trust me, you don't want L to spit at
you
I'm the one they call when shit gets
critical
The way I conquer the world is
spiritual
I'm imperial
Everlasting, the
best who ever did it
Holdin the crown down,
can't nobody get it
Germany, Italy, France,
Japan
London, Africa, bow to The Master - The
G.O.A.T.

[Chorus 2X]

LL Cool J is
hard as..