Trackmasters - Fuhgidabowdit lyrics

[LL Cool J] Get the f** out of here, I'm LL Cool Soakin wet with bad b**hes in the indoor pool [Redman] Yo what am I, an animal? [LL] Cuz I bagged your's too One bad mooley, n***a you can't school me I'm the G.O.A.T., what I wrote cause fire and smoke To think I started on the choir singin solo for the pope Tell your mama please, get up off her knees You can't wear yellow spandex wit a a** like cottage cheese Open toed shoes, feet smell like collard greens Toes *Kriss Krossed* like she on J. Dupri's team Bunyon you're sittin up like beach balls in the sand plus A mouth full of rotten teeth with a dil*o in her hand Who the f** let you in, all my a**istants are fired Now I'm lookin for some washed up rapper that I can hire You know some old school n***a wit a bit of attitude Pay him $1500 to f** a girl in an interlude You say I'm souped up, well, soup is good food So what I scratch my nuts, how the f** is that rude For soul glowin, afro pickin S-curl hatin, Jamaican rum sippin [Method Man] Kid I'll burp on your girl bu*tcheeks [LL] Cuz honey had my nuts like two red beets I'm bananas, out of my f**in mind they won't let me back in Cuz I was down before the hype like Dusty Rhodes and Bob Backlund Bruno Sammartino, Stan Stasiak 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 f**in Fuhgidabowdit Yo kid Fuhgidabowdit Fuhgidabowdit Yo, Fuhgidabowdit Yo, ey, Fuhgidabowdit Ey, ey, Fuhgidabowdit Eh, Fuhgidabowdit [Redman] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo 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 Maccaroni and cheese Timbs broke out the orphan house Transportin out, the poison in 'em Box 'em up in the aisle with the frozen dinners [Method Man] And them n***as that ran... [Redman] My goal's to get 'em With the heat seekin flow wit, fo' antennas Doc's Da Name, that's why y'all f** wit me I'm pocket change, the bums don't f** with D Objective in 'em, Carlo inspection sticka Check the pen, I write like a X was in 'em Teeth grittin, I brawl wit a major league mitten [Meth] Where the stash at, punk [Red] Yo, yo, and he takin me wit him Fuhgidabowdit Yo, Fuhgidabowdit Ayo n***a, Fuhgidabowdit Yo, yo, yo, Fuhgidabowdit Yo dog, Fuhgidabowdit Yo you heard, Fuhgidabowdit Ayo you hear me, Fuhgidabowdit Yo n***a, Fuhgidabowdit [Method Man] Yo, this be a Cool J function, music get my blood pumpin Down for whatever, which usually means I'm up to somethin Who owe me somethin, them n***as in the back frontin They rockin cuffs and, put the eight up, rappercussion You know my name, so there's no need for introduction I'm Mr. Done it all, so none of y'all can do me nothing b**h I'm grown, puffin on that one and bone Bet me and Queen Bee be swingin til the honey come Backs get blown, trash get thrown In headlocks, from this view, I'm f**in Star Jones I'm red hot just like candy, in '95 won the Grammy [Redman] Yo, he use it as an ashtray now [Method] n***as can't stand or understand me, yeah Either or, funky headhunter wild comanchees wit sh**ty draws What's that sh**, what sh**, that sh** on your lip I can't smoke wit ya kid, but I'll save ya the clip... Fuhgidabowdit Ayo n***a, Fuhgidabowdit Yo, what the f**, Fuhgidabowdit Yo, Fuhgidabowdit Uh, Fuhgidabowdit [DMX growl] Ayo dog, Fuhgidabowdit [DMX growl] b**hes can't stand me, Fuhgidabowdit [DMX growl] Still pullin down her panties, Fuhgidabowdit [DMX] The sh** I see every day brings tears to my eyes How I holla at my n***as brings ears to my cries Stick n***as for not knowin, then teach 'em somethin b**h n***as talkin bout you from the streets you frontin I never liked you, and you, I don't know So what the f** you think is 'sposed to happen, we gon go Mano a mano, whatever n***a, I'm gon dust you If you can't take that a** whoopin, I'm gon' bust you Talkin to you like a lil n***a cuz you is But don't forget that daddy's gonna always love his kids f*ggot n***as got the nerve to wan' know why I rob You guys are livin phat while everybody else'll starve! That pretty sh** is lame, f** what your name hold Break a n***a off somethin, watch a n***a gain fo' Now you layin somewhere cold, stiff as sh** And all that riffin sh**, mens will get you hit, b**h Fuhgidabowdit