Ain't nobody as hot as us
East side, west side, north side, south side, let's ride
The G.O.A.T. is now taking over the building
It's time for some of that old, that good old
Yankee up north dirty south yankee music
Uh, it ain't where you from homie
It's how hot you are
Nicolette, let's come on
I be that
Little shorty stay fly from the NY doing my thing all day
Yeah, this her
Nicolette on the track, matter fact bring it back
Tell me what you think about her
Who you know with the flow so loco
On a dirty south track from the NY though
I be on it, I be on it
Y'all cats don't really want it
Y'all don't want it, y'all just fronting homeboy
Then back up off me
I'm a young fly soldier, thought I told ya
Wack cats is gon' be over
I'm a supernova, controller
Anything that I get I hold her
I'm a supernova, controller
Anything that I get I hold her
Take it back up to the NY
Show 'em how we do what we do NY
We balling in our ride
Driving slow I pass 'em by
You see I paper haters hating but it's still all good
And if you looking for me you can catch me in my hood
Just doing my thing, got the ring bling
Don't get it misunderstood
Nicolette, LL on the same track
Bring it back, tell me what you think about that
Boys try to holler but I ain't having that
You better have game, you better come correct
Your girl Nicolette don't like lame cats
Tell me what you think about that
In the club with your man but it really don't matter
If I see her from afar this is what I yell at her
Hey, over there, over there
Oh, get over here, over here
In the club with your girls, I'm in here with my mans
Won't your girls meet my boys, we can all be friends
Hey, over there, over there
Oh, get over here, over here
Come on now, it ain't no fun if the uncle don't get none
Gotta get it popping, the track is knocking, the Bentley's rocking
Overdose, I'm supposed to roast 'em with every bar I'm dropping
Every time I drop they copping
Every single line I lay is locking
You a hater boy, stop your plotting
It'll be your blood we mopping
Talking 'bout that major flavor
Heated up, cut like a razor
Lyrically I shake and bake ya
You can see I get that paper
Benz jet lag like Darth Vader
Hopping out on player haters
It's in my na, na, nature
Never been a smoother operator
Switch it up, hit it up, get it up, lit it up
Your girl from the back like giddy up
I come, I run, you like my son
I blow the whole goddamn city up
Inside that long white milky Bentley like I just picked Diddy up
Think about that while you doubt that
You a Big Mac, you can't count that
I fall off then I bounce back
Got it looking like a wolf pack out back
Uncle L that G.O.A.T. gon' shout that
Ask Master P, I'm 'bout that
Everybody know I'm holding
In the party, pockets swollen
Rocking, rolling competition, catching colds in they colon
In the club with your man but it really don't matter
If I see her from afar this is what I yell at her
Hey, over there, over there
Oh, get over here, over here
In the club with your girls, I'm in here with my mans
Won't your girls meet my boys, we can all be friends
Hey, over there, over there
Oh, get over here, over here
What up y'all, y'all know us
Though the party ain't ill 'til we show up
Once we hit the scene the chicks go nuts
Sorry if I intervene, ma I'ma show up
Pour more cups of the drink
Cups of the good stuff 'til I'm all drunk in the place
Burning kush to the face
Making the dudes wanna hate
'Cause we them new dudes in the state
We in the club straight chilling, B
Girls they be feeling me
Feel like a barbecue, shorty keep grilling me
Up in the club throwing stacks where the ceiling be
Do it well, us, LL, dog feelin' me
Dudes not feeling me
Because we walked in the door
Looking flyer than airplane that's not touching the floor
What it do, what it do
Get the flow, get you in the mood
Body move to the tune, yes sir
DJ let it boom in the room
Shit's getting spooked like a swoon
Now I'm leaving with her
Boy hot like June
Gon' drop real soon
Let 'em know that Queens in the house
This jam rock from the north to the south
From a young baboon to shut your mouth
Shut your mouth, turn it around
Shake a little bit, drop down to the ground
Most of the time don't stop for a pound
'Fore we wasn't in but we popular now
We popular now
'Cause people love us when we dropping the sounds
Come to your hood, we be rocking your town
Come to the show, we be rocking the crowd
Get guap by the thou, wow
Y'all looking a little out of breath
Ayo chicky, slow it down for me playboy
Come on and roll with the kid, back to the crib
Car real fast, bed real big
Just like that I'ma get them stacks
Got you screaming out my neck, my back
Work it all night, this ain't no tease
Gonna need a scarf, I'ma sweat that weave
No you can't drive, it's too much speed
Just sit back and enjoy that breeze
I'm the man today, but not tomorrow
That's the life of a superstar
Wanna be involved, better be aware
Tinkie Down got women everywhere
Do it on the floor, stairs to the chair
Do it on the beat, put your hands to the snare
Got you on the beat, Chanel swimwear
Got your girl screaming that it ain't that fair
They can come too, got enough bread
Switch to the truck, nothing more said
Kid don't play, just too clean
That's what it is when I come from Queens
Big black truck
Coming through like I'm moving that stuff
I just get checks, just get next
Girls in my crib running around butt naked
Gotta go back to the grind
Back to the track, back to the rhyme
Finding new ways to let loose my mind
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Ayo, you hear these young players on this track?
This is crazy
Got all these cats trying to hog the game
I'm opening up the floodgates
I'm inviting the whole club into the VIP
Yeah, that's right
Your mama call me LL Cool J
Yeah, I said, uh
Your mama call me LL Cool J
AKA Mr. How Does He Do It
AKA The Godfather Yoda
AKA The Uncle Elvis
Oh, yeah
See y'all, I'ma lead by example
Share some of that money punk
Stop blocking these young boys from getting in
Ya heard?
