Ll Cool J Goat Lyrics

Goat Lyrics

[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..