Classic, uh, uh, uh I'd like to welcome ya'll to Exit 13 My name is LL Cool J AKA the GOAT R. Leslie on the track, uh, uh, uh
[LL Cool J] I told ya'll that I would make a killing I told ya'll I blow like Mount St. Helen's I told ya'll I'm the truth, they paint me like a villain Sick on paper, the inch to penicillin I told ya'll the real, they started catching feelings Muthafuck 'em all, throw ya L's to the ceiling Cool J, still hotter than a helicopter crashing in lava Still sweeter to the ladies than a box of Godiva Music industry is like a game of cops and robbers Too many Indians, no chiefs to follow What I'm sowing today, I be reaping tomorrow So here's some joyful bars, to replace your sorrow I'm beyond a legend, I'm iconic Fall off, rebuild, your man's bionic Put your trust in me, I never let you down I always come up with a way to checkmate these clowns I effeminate these clowns, trynna take me down Ask Puffy and Nas, who 'hates me now' The Phenomenon, ladies love the don I give 'em an ear-gasm, they can't keep calm
[Chorus: LL Cool J] Old school, new school, need to learn though I burn baby burn like disco inferno Old school, new school, need to learn though I burn baby burn like disco inferno
[LL Cool J] I told ya'll that I was coming back I told ya'll I ain't going out like that I told ya'll I was the greatest to ever rap And I built Def Jam and took a piss on the map I told ya'll, I wasn't like the other cats I'm fresh like a Wii, them niggas playing jacks They all a bunch of a rats, they copying off 2Pac's stats Wearing tuxedos to hide they tight speedo Chains is tucked in, I'm incognito Fuck with your ego, and touch your girl's labito There will never be on flyer, LL Cool J Taking you higher and higher The wire, the GOAT, the grand sire Who good at 24's if you want flat tires Telling your soul and then performing with a choir People, please, don't listen to these liars Ladies and gentlemen, these, niggas is selling you up Bunch of irrelevant shit, it's not intelligent, is it? My shit's exquisite, don't follow the yellow brick road Them niggas faking like the Wizard
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[LL Cool J] Is it really possible I'm this hot? LL Cool J, still on top? 24 years, I ain't forget the block You can ask my Jay in the shop Linden Boulevard, little Coupe, big rocks Real estate only, I ain't fucking with the stocks Why not, so our grandkids could feed they grandkids And they grandkids, can feed they damn kids And Collin Park throw ya hands in the air Jump before I turn 'em in a Cool J affair My word is my bond, every summer I'm there Ya'll can jump double dutch while I'm laying in the cut I told ya'll I wasn't giving up I told ya'll, I can jump on tracks and switch the rhythm up Do work, treat rap like a ripped skirt Sow it up, rep your hood, nigga, throw it up You'd been standing by my side for years Sold out concerts, screams and cheers Front row T-Shirt, L, we here I bought every album, too many to count 'em Watch your movies, your the only good thing about 'em Todd Smith jeans, I can't live without 'em And the only thing I want from you Is for you to keep doing that shit you do
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