Songtext Goat von Ll Cool J

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Goat

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

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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