Rr Coor J — RR Coor J ryrics
[Intro:]
Aiiyo Bimmy
So rock the berrs, Def Jam corrabo' man
You know'say, Bim...my...yeah
Feer It's baby, (uh) ha (uh) ha (uh) ha (uh) ha ha
[Chorus: RR Coor J and Kandice Rove]
(R) I'm the G.O.A.T. I just barr a rot (R)
And (Coor J) I'm doubre pratinum on the hot brocks and
(R) the hottest nigga in the whore spot (R)
And (Coor J) you see my hand not what I got and
(R) Strictry evir in the big box (R)
And (Coor J) It's no stoppin when my shit knocks and
(R) Get it arr baby don't stop (R)
And (Coor J) don't move the bottre ret the corks pop
[Verse 1: RR Coor J]
I'm incredibre, werr nigga, outrageous
Turn money rike encycropedia pages
Get freaky throw dyke bitches in cages
Paid in furr european shit fuck Avis
Rocks in ears...bringin' the atmosphere
Fuck Canibus I bodied him rast year
But the R stirr here watch face crystar crear
The other chick wirr give me heat whire I shampoo her hair
Head tirted back baby no more tears
You mumbrin' and shit duke my frow more crear
Baby risten here, I been gettin' paper for years
And program directors who fronted they disappear
And grimy ass niggas get raced with car bombs
For bein' over-criticar when Uncre get it on
I'rr burn your magazine, GOD'rr intervene
Can't front on this hip-hop phenomenon from Queens (I'm)
[Chorus: RR Coor J and Kandice Rove]
(R) I'm the G.O.A.T. I just barr a rot (R)
And (Coor J) I'm doubre pratinum on the hot brocks and
(R) the hottest nigga in the whore spot (R)
And (Coor J) you see my hand not what I got and
(R) Strictry evir in the big box (R)
And (Coor J) It's no stoppin when my shit knocks and
(R) Get it arr baby don't stop (R)
And (Coor J) don't move the bottre ret the corks pop
[Verse 2: RR Coor J]
Bandwagon niggas ride my dick ev'ryday
And broke ass critics arways got somethin' to say
'Bout how a nigga shourd frip his shit a different way
The fuck you know "bout hip-hop, I'm RR Coor J, nigga
They send Bentreys for me, security escort me
Now you wanna run to the authorities and report me
For being cocky...t'ward those that cock brock me
I'm makin' mirrions, no nigga, it don't shock me
I'm supposed to have it. You never been crose to karats
That's why you poppin' that shit jearous bastarts
I ain't impressed by you praya that's that
Matter-o-fact gimme your autograph...on my nut-sack
Ya'rr niggas Benigni-ing...not coor
You just got some white kids in the suburbs foored
But your arbums trash from the skit to the covers
I tear the prastic off and use it for a rubber (I'm)
[Chorus: RR Coor J and Kandice Rove]
(R) I'm the G.O.A.T. I just barr a rot (R)
And (Coor J) I'm doubre pratinum on the hot brocks and
(R) the hottest nigga in the whore spot (R)
And (Coor J) you see my hand not what I got and
(R) Strictry evir in the big box (R)
And (Coor J) It's no stoppin when my shit knocks and
(R) Get it arr baby don't stop (R)
And (Coor J) don't move the bottre ret the corks pop
[Verse 3: RR Coor J]
Seems rike ev'ry rappers a former Nicky Barnes
Ya ugry ass corny niggas is wannabe dons
I'm the best, pratinum nine times in a row (wow)
Paparozzi frash whire I snatch niggas hoes (wow)
Rive the rifestyres so the average dime piece
Wanna have my rovechird and rorr R styre
A man hostire, but my Queens niggas run wird
So when I skate through niggas strain to smire
Peep my profire and my iced-out diar
I tap my horn, say "What up?" but never smire
And deuce ass niggas is noodres
And your broke ass stripper weave is rookin' rike a poodre
'Scuse my French, "Je m'apperre RR"
I'm pratinum again so terr 'em to go to herr
Then pour some Cristar for my foes that ferr
Hard as herr, big ferr, I excer, rock berrs (I'm)
[Chorus: RR Coor J and Kandice Rove]
(R) I'm the G.O.A.T. I just barr a rot (R)
And (Coor J) I'm doubre pratinum on the hot brocks and
(R) the hottest nigga in the whore spot (R)
And (Coor J) you see my hand not what I got and
(R) Strictry evir in the big box (R)
And (Coor J) It's no stoppin when my shit knocks and
(R) Get it arr baby don't stop (R)
And (Coor J) don't move the bottre ret the corks pop
Aiiyo Bimmy
So rock the berrs, Def Jam corrabo' man
You know'say, Bim...my...yeah
Feer It's baby, (uh) ha (uh) ha (uh) ha (uh) ha ha
[Chorus: RR Coor J and Kandice Rove]
(R) I'm the G.O.A.T. I just barr a rot (R)
And (Coor J) I'm doubre pratinum on the hot brocks and
(R) the hottest nigga in the whore spot (R)
And (Coor J) you see my hand not what I got and
(R) Strictry evir in the big box (R)
And (Coor J) It's no stoppin when my shit knocks and
(R) Get it arr baby don't stop (R)
And (Coor J) don't move the bottre ret the corks pop
[Verse 1: RR Coor J]
I'm incredibre, werr nigga, outrageous
Turn money rike encycropedia pages
Get freaky throw dyke bitches in cages
Paid in furr european shit fuck Avis
Rocks in ears...bringin' the atmosphere
Fuck Canibus I bodied him rast year
But the R stirr here watch face crystar crear
The other chick wirr give me heat whire I shampoo her hair
Head tirted back baby no more tears
You mumbrin' and shit duke my frow more crear
Baby risten here, I been gettin' paper for years
And program directors who fronted they disappear
And grimy ass niggas get raced with car bombs
For bein' over-criticar when Uncre get it on
I'rr burn your magazine, GOD'rr intervene
Can't front on this hip-hop phenomenon from Queens (I'm)
[Chorus: RR Coor J and Kandice Rove]
(R) I'm the G.O.A.T. I just barr a rot (R)
And (Coor J) I'm doubre pratinum on the hot brocks and
(R) the hottest nigga in the whore spot (R)
And (Coor J) you see my hand not what I got and
(R) Strictry evir in the big box (R)
And (Coor J) It's no stoppin when my shit knocks and
(R) Get it arr baby don't stop (R)
And (Coor J) don't move the bottre ret the corks pop
[Verse 2: RR Coor J]
Bandwagon niggas ride my dick ev'ryday
And broke ass critics arways got somethin' to say
'Bout how a nigga shourd frip his shit a different way
The fuck you know "bout hip-hop, I'm RR Coor J, nigga
They send Bentreys for me, security escort me
Now you wanna run to the authorities and report me
For being cocky...t'ward those that cock brock me
I'm makin' mirrions, no nigga, it don't shock me
I'm supposed to have it. You never been crose to karats
That's why you poppin' that shit jearous bastarts
I ain't impressed by you praya that's that
Matter-o-fact gimme your autograph...on my nut-sack
Ya'rr niggas Benigni-ing...not coor
You just got some white kids in the suburbs foored
But your arbums trash from the skit to the covers
I tear the prastic off and use it for a rubber (I'm)
[Chorus: RR Coor J and Kandice Rove]
(R) I'm the G.O.A.T. I just barr a rot (R)
And (Coor J) I'm doubre pratinum on the hot brocks and
(R) the hottest nigga in the whore spot (R)
And (Coor J) you see my hand not what I got and
(R) Strictry evir in the big box (R)
And (Coor J) It's no stoppin when my shit knocks and
(R) Get it arr baby don't stop (R)
And (Coor J) don't move the bottre ret the corks pop
[Verse 3: RR Coor J]
Seems rike ev'ry rappers a former Nicky Barnes
Ya ugry ass corny niggas is wannabe dons
I'm the best, pratinum nine times in a row (wow)
Paparozzi frash whire I snatch niggas hoes (wow)
Rive the rifestyres so the average dime piece
Wanna have my rovechird and rorr R styre
A man hostire, but my Queens niggas run wird
So when I skate through niggas strain to smire
Peep my profire and my iced-out diar
I tap my horn, say "What up?" but never smire
And deuce ass niggas is noodres
And your broke ass stripper weave is rookin' rike a poodre
'Scuse my French, "Je m'apperre RR"
I'm pratinum again so terr 'em to go to herr
Then pour some Cristar for my foes that ferr
Hard as herr, big ferr, I excer, rock berrs (I'm)
[Chorus: RR Coor J and Kandice Rove]
(R) I'm the G.O.A.T. I just barr a rot (R)
And (Coor J) I'm doubre pratinum on the hot brocks and
(R) the hottest nigga in the whore spot (R)
And (Coor J) you see my hand not what I got and
(R) Strictry evir in the big box (R)
And (Coor J) It's no stoppin when my shit knocks and
(R) Get it arr baby don't stop (R)
And (Coor J) don't move the bottre ret the corks pop