Farmers Lyrics - G.o.a.t. (greatest Of All Time) - Ll Cool J

Right now I'm 'bout to show you how it's done, you can 

Shut down yo, my Uzi weights a ton, you can 

Beat down and you can pump it in your system till it 

Blow out whatever dog, no doubt, I'm bout to 

Smack up, anybody who front like he 

Hardcore don't he know I stay raw? this is 

LL competition, they fell because I 

Do this bringing drama and truth 'cuz I don't 

Play that, and I be reepin' up cash since 

Way back put your honey on my lap and make her 

Heat up, got her beggin' me to beat it up 

Raw dog, throw your wacky on the floor, straight 

Kill that, have her garglin' nuts until I 

Spill that, you better play like En Vogue and 

Hold on, you wanna battle? Set it off baby 

Come on, come one, come on, come on 

F, because my flavor's the best 

A, I get my hustle off all day 

R, wreck my block, knee all far 

M, I gotta hold it down wit my man 

E, big up to my nigga E Love 

R, keep the ill rims on the car 

S, I repped it, what more can I say, son 

Farmers what, farmers what 

Murder, little niggas gettin money on the 

Hot block, he got the chrome shit spinnin' up on 

Linden, look at the ice and leather, the way it 

Blendin', pass the spit hot Linden from here to 

Mary, you think you hot, Cool Jane? Ever 

Here it, and when it comes to this I'm not a 

Soldier, I'm a General crack King 

I told ya, I proved I'm the greatest rapper, nigga 

What now, tell your man step up, then watch he 

Go down, game one, do or die like 

Bedside, nobody even comin' close, nigga 

Why try, from the Bronx to Shaolin to 

Uptown, like buckshot said nigga 

Duck down, you better play like En Vogue and 

Hold on, you know I'm goin' out nigga 

Come on, come on, come one, come on 

F, because my flavor's the best 

A, I get my hustle off all day 

R, wreck my block, knee all far 

M, I gotta hold it down wit my man 

E, big up to my nigga E Love 

R, keep the ill rims on the car 

S, I repped it, what more can I say, son 

Farmers what, farmers what 

No doubt, I'll take your block and air it out, stay 

Ice out, me and my man, Little Sharp in the 

Double R, whole block, lined up wit all the 

Hot cars, nigga, never be afraid you gotta 

Get paid, no matter what I do, I keep it 

Sexy me and my team spendin' cream on the 

Club scene on Performance Boulevard out in 

Killa Queens this joint knocked in the tunnel 'bout 

One O clock, they like them raw, not the watered down 

Hip hop the broad money and alah zay it 

Don't stop niggas stumblin' and fallin' off a 

Head ride when I'm goin' to Bedshaw 

Remember me, I'm the greast MC there could 

Ever be, you better call Def Jam, and tell 'em 

Hold on, 'cuz another major label told me 

Come on, come on, come on, come on 

F, because my flavor's the best 

A, I get my hustle off all day 

R, wreck my block, knee all far 

M, I gotta hold it down wit my man 

E, big up to my nigga E Love 

R, keep the ill rims on the car 

S, I repped it, what more can I say, son 

Farmers what, farmers what