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      About "Fuhgidabowdit"

      Lyrics for LL Cool J - "Fuhgidabowdit"

      Get the fuck out of here, I'm LL Cool
      Soaking wet with bad bitches in the indoor pool

      Yo what am I, an animal?

      Cause I bagged yours too
      One bad mooley, and you can get pants, schooly
      I'm the G.O.A.T., what I wrote cause fire and smoke
      Think I started on the choir singing solo for the pope
      Tell your mama please, get up off her knees
      You can't wear yellow spandex wit a ass of cottage cheese
      Open toed shoes, feet smell like collard greens
      Toes "Kriss Krossed" like she on J. Dupris' team
      Button your sitting 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 looking for some washed up rapper that I can hire
      You know some old school nigga wit a bit of attitude
      Pay him $1500 to fuck a girl in an interlude
      You say I'm souped up, well, soup is good food
      So what I scratch my nuts, how the fuck is that wrong
      For so glowing, Afro picking
      S-curl hating, Jamaican rum sipping

      Kid I'll burp on your girl butt cheeks

      The honey had my nuts like two red beets
      I'm bananas, out of my fucking mind they won't let me back in
      Cause I was down before the hype like Dusty Rhodes and Bob Backlund
      Bruno Samartino, Stan Staziak
      Now The Rock and Stone Cold are my favorite maniacs
      The top rooster plucking, chickens when I'm clucking
      WWF stands for When and Where we Fucking

      Yo kid
      Yo, Fuhgidabowdit
      Yo, ey, Fuhgidabowdit
      Ey, ey, Fuhgidabowdit
      Eh, Fuhgidabowdit

      Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
      I'm like Menace II Society
      I roll through the drive through like Kane
      Jack you for the cheeseburgers and chicken wings, and datins too
      See my boys down the ride crack patience too
      Bricks, walk around, snorkel down
      Macaroni and cheese Timbs broke out the orphan house
      Transporting out, the poison in 'em
      Box 'em up in the aisle with the frozen dinners

      And them niggas that ran

      My goal's to get 'em
      With the heat seeking flow with, four antennas
      Doc's the Name, that's why why y'all fuck wit me
      I'm pocket change, the bums don't fuck with D
      Objective in 'em, Carlo inspection sticka
      Check the pen, I write like a X was in 'em
      Teeth gritting, I brawl wit a major league mitten

      Where the stash at

      Yo, yo, punk, M taking me wit him

      Yo, Fuhgidabowdit
      Hey yo nigga, Fuhgidabowdit
      Yo, yo, yo, Fuhgidabowdit
      Yo dog, Fuhgidabowdit
      Yo you heard, Fuhgidabowdit
      Hey yo you hear me, Fuhgidabowdit
      Yo nigga, Fuhgidabowdit

      Yo, this be the Cool J function, music get my blood pumping
      Down for whatever, which usually means I'm up to something
      Who owe me something, them niggas in the back fronting
      They rocking cuffs and, put the eight up, repercussion
      You know my name, so there's no need for introduction
      I'm Mr. Done it all, so none of why y'all can do me nothing
      Bitch I'm grown, puffin on that one and bone
      Bet me and Queen Bee be swinging til the honey come
      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, he use it as an ashtray now

      Niggas can't stand or understand me, yeah
      Either or, funky headhunter wild Comanches with shitty draws
      What's that shit, what shit, that shit on your lip
      I can't smoke wit ya kid, but I'll save ya the clip

      Ayo nigga, Fuhgidabowdit
      Yo, what the fuck, Fuhgidabowdit
      Yo, Fuhgidabowdit
      Uh, Fuhgidabowdit
      Hey yo dog, Fuhgidabowdit
      Bitches can't stand me, Fuhgidabowdit
      Still pulling out pennies, Fuhgidabowdit

      The shit I see every day brings tears to my eyes
      How I holla at my niggas brings ears to my cries
      Stick niggas for not knowing, then teach 'em something
      Bitch niggas talking bout you from the streets you fronting
      I never liked you, and you, I don't know
      So what the fuck you think is 'sposed to happen, we goin' go
      Mono on mono, whatever nigga, I'm goin' dust you
      If you can't pick that afro, I'm goin' bust you
      Walking like you was a lil nigga 'cause you is
      And don't forget that daddy's gonna always love his kids
      Cracking niggas got the nerve to wonder why I rob, why
      You guys will live while everybody else'll starve
      That pretty shit is played, fuck what your name hold
      Break a nigga off something, watch a nigga gain fo'
      Now you laying somewhere cold, stiff as shit
      And all that riffing shit, men's will get you hit, bitch


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