[Intro]
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You should be happy if we get outta this thing wit a ringtone
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clown
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[Verse 1]
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That was cool now let's get back to that block shit
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Make it impossible for haters who wanna pop shit (I got this)
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I'm leanin back in the cockpit
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I drop big bombs these bastards can't stop it (Hot shit)
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I'm a profit for profit, once I decide to lock it
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Fuckin' with me is toxic
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Go prop on niggas love songs and rock shit
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Show these motherfuckers how to spit they ain't about shit (This is it)
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I'm so ruthless and cunning when the drummer was drumming
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Ya'll see I got your man running
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LL the boss, like luke wit the force
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My techniques ugly, dirty like rugby
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Drop jewels like yoda my young students love me
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All rappers are under not one of them above me
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I rip shit, I blow the whole house down
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On your big mouth clown
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You don't wanna fuck around
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[Chorus]
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Mic check
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You are now Rocking wit the G.O.A.T.
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Throw your hands in the air have a sip take a toke (Hot shit)
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You are now Rocking wit the G.O.A.T.
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Go 'head do your two step wit your hand in your coat nigga
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You are now Rocking wit the G.O.A.T.
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Throw your hands in the air try to wave away the smoke (That shit)
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You are now Rocking wit the G.O.A.T.
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Go 'head do your two step while I let these niggas know
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[Verse 2]
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(You better back down)
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Listen good with both ears
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Keep your mouth shut, fall back like broke chairs
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How can they forget a nigga like me I'm so rare
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You niggas had a pretty good run I don't care(So far)
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So far ahead that I'm countin in light years
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That mean lightning strikes longer than your career
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I'm so arrogant motherfuckers you like that, yeah
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In your Club making rukus no momma wanna touch us (I'm a grown man)
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Muff boys like Kobe at the Ruckers
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Play Chris Tucker, Rush all you cocksukers
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You way to lame, I showed you game
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Just in case Ya'll forgot my name
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I'm the G-O-A-T., much hottest lately
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Ripping motherfuckers since Cut-Creater tried to break beat
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Farmers Blvd's is up in this bitch
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And I help Russell hustle you could go ask Rick
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3]
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The, the, the, the
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(Monster) is back
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They probably put a hit on me for murdering the track
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They tried to shit on me they thought I wasn't coming back
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They sealed the jar 'n then they threw me in the back
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Career means circles I came (back like) crrraaaackkkk
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I floated to the top, fully loaded on cock
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'Cause the way ya motherfuckers his hot oven this hot he don't stop
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These niggas wanna sell you the hype but don't cop
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I'll give you the pure shot, I'm the L
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Motherfuckin' L forever
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What they sayin' on the internet I rip whoever
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For the last 10 years I so I loved 'em better
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But I'm back you niggas get your shit together nigga
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I (Play hard)
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I goes in for real
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The odds 'r always wit me win I spin the wheel
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And you could've rocked wit me but your not real
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So when I polish off the plaque I'll let you know how it feels
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[Chorus]
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Rocking with the G.O.A.T.
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| L.L. Cool J |
