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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
LL COOL J
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Samuel Barnes
Komponist:in
Jean Claude Olivier
Komponist:in
Clifford Smith
Komponist:in
James Todd Smith
Komponist:in
Reggie Noble
Komponist:in
Earl Simmons
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Track Masters
Produzent:in
Brian Stanley
Mischtechniker:in
Letras
[Verse 1]
Get the fuck out of here, I'm LL Cool
Soakin' wet with bad bitches in the indoor pool
You what am I, an animal?
'Cause I bagged yours too
One bad mooley, ****, you can't school me
I'm the goat, what I wrote cause fire and smoke
Think I started on the choir singin' solo for the pope
Tell your mama please, get up off her knees
Can't wear yellow spandex with an ass like cottage cheese
[Verse 2]
Open toed shoes, feet smell like collard greens
Toes Kriss Krossed like she on J. Dupri's team
Bunyan sittin' 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 **** with a bit of attitude
Pay him fifteen hunnid to fuck a girl in an interlude
[Verse 3]
You say I'm souped up, well, soup is good food
So what I scratch my nuts, how the fuck is that rude?
For soul glowin', afro pickin' S-curl hatin', Jamaican rum sippin'
Kid, I'll 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 Bob Backlund
Burno Samartino, Stan Staziak
Now The Rock and Stone Cold are my favorite maniacs
The top rooster pluckin', chickens when I'm cluckin'
WWF stands for when and where we fuckin'?
[Verse 4]
Fuhgidabowdit
Yo, kid, fuhgidabowdit
Fuhgidabowdit
Fuhgidabowdit
Yo, fuhgidabowdit
Yo, ay, fuhgidabowdit
Ay, ay, fuhgidabowdit
Eh, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
[Verse 5]
I'm like Menace II Society
I roll through the drive-thru like Kane
Jack you for the cheeseburgers and chicken wings, and Daytons too
See my boys down the ride crack patience 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
[Verse 6]
And them **** 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 D
Objective in 'em, Carlo inspection sticker
Check the pen, I write like a X was in 'em
Teeth grittin', I brawl with a major league mitten
Where the stash at, punk?
Yo, yo and he takin' me with him
[Verse 7]
Fuhgidabowdit
Yo, fuhgidabowdit
Ayo, ****, fuhgidabowdit
Yo, yo, yo, fuhgidabowdit
Yo, dawg, fuhgidabowdit
Yo you heard, fuhgidabowdit
Ayo you hear me? Fuhgidabowdit
Yo, ****, fuhgidabowdit
[Verse 8]
Yo, this be a Cool J function, music get my blood pumpin'
Down for whatever, which usually means I'm up to something
Who owe me something?
Them **** in the back frontin'
They rockin' cuffs and, put the eight up, repercussion
You know my name, so there's no need for introduction
I'm mister done it all, so none of y'all can do me nothing
Bitch, I'm grown, puffin' on that one and bone
Bag me and Queen Bee be swingin' till the honey come
[Verse 9]
Backs get blown, trash get thrown
In headlocks, from this view, I'm fuckin' Star Jones
I'm red hot just like candy, in 95' won the Grammy
Yo, we use it as an ashtray now
**** can't stand or understand me, yeah
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 ya, kid, but I'll save ya the clip
[Verse 10]
Fuhgidabowdit
Ayo, ****, fuhgidabowdit
Yo, what the fuck, fuhgidabowdit
Yo, fuhgidabowdit
Uh, fuhgidabowdit
Ayo, dawg, fuhgidabowdit
Bitches can't stand me, fuhgidabowdit
Still pullin' down her panties, fuhgidabowdit
[Verse 11]
The shit I see every day brings tears to my eyes
How I holler at my **** brings ears to my cries
Stick **** for not knowin' then teach 'em something
Bitch **** talkin' 'bout you from the streets, 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?
[Verse 12]
Mano a mano, whatever, ****, I'm gon' dust you
If you can't take that ass whoopin', I'm gon' bust you
Talkin' to you like a lil' **** 'cause you is
But don't forget that daddy's gonna always love his kids
Faggot **** got the nerve to wanna know why I rob
You guys are livin' phat while everybody else'll starve
That pretty shit is lame, fuck what your name hold
Break a **** off something, watch a **** gain four
Now you layin' somewhere cold, stiff as shit
And all that riffing shit, manage to get you hit, bitch
Fuhgidabowdit
Written by: Clifford Smith, Earl Simmons, James Todd Smith, Jean Claude Olivier, Reggie Noble, Samuel Barnes