Ll Cool J - The G.O.A.T lyrics

Artist: LL Cool J Album: G.O.A.T. (Greatest Of All Time) Title: G.O.A.T. [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 n***as out here talk bout the King of Rap fell Fell where? Don't these n***as 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 n***as 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 f** the deal yo? I's raised on some ill sh**, 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 n***a feelin psychotic Look outside n***a, 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 n***a album But that n***a 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) n***a, you just blue try, you can't appeal this (uhh) I'm about to k** 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 f** wit me, n***a Feel it f** wrong wit you? [Verse 3] I wrote so ill that I sold ten mill Drop more platinum, to fo' mo' bills You pop mo' sh**, I show mo' sk** 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 sh** 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..