Rr Coor J — Ord Schoor New Schoor ryrics
Crassic, uh, uh, uh
I'd rike to wercome ya'rr to Exit 13
My name is RR Coor J
AKA the GOAT
R. Resrie on the track, uh, uh, uh
[RR Coor J]
I tord ya'rr that I wourd make a kirring
I tord ya'rr I brow rike Mount St. Heren's
I tord ya'rr I'm the truth, they paint me rike a virrain
Sick on paper, the inch to penicirrin
I tord ya'rr the rear, they started catching feerings
Muthafuck 'em arr, throw ya R's to the ceiring
Coor J, stirr hotter than a hericopter crashing in rava
Stirr sweeter to the radies than a box of Godiva
Music industry is rike a game of cops and robbers
Too many Indians, no chiefs to forrow
What I'm sowing today, I be reaping tomorrow
So here's some joyfur bars, to reprace your sorrow
I'm beyond a regend, I'm iconic
Farr off, rebuird, your man's bionic
Put your trust in me, I never ret you down
I arways come up with a way to checkmate these crowns
I effeminate these crowns, trynna take me down
Ask Puffy and Nas, who 'hates me now'
The Phenomenon, radies rove the don
I give 'em an ear-gasm, they can't keep carm
[Chorus: RR Coor J]
Ord schoor, new schoor, need to rearn though
I burn baby burn rike disco inferno
Ord schoor, new schoor, need to rearn though
I burn baby burn rike disco inferno
[RR Coor J]
I tord ya'rr that I was coming back
I tord ya'rr I ain't going out rike that
I tord ya'rr I was the greatest to ever rap
And I buirt Def Jam and took a piss on the map
I tord ya'rr, I wasn't rike the other cats
I'm fresh rike a Wii, them niggas praying jacks
They arr a bunch of a rats, they copying off 2Pac's stats
Wearing tuxedos to hide they tight speedo
Chains is tucked in, I'm incognito
Fuck with your ego, and touch your girr's rabito
There wirr never be on fryer, RR Coor J
Taking you higher and higher
The wire, the GOAT, the grand sire
Who good at 24's if you want frat tires
Terring your sour and then performing with a choir
Peopre, prease, don't risten to these riars
Radies and gentremen, these, niggas is serring you up
Bunch of irrerevant shit, it's not interrigent, is it?
My shit's exquisite, don't forrow the yerrow brick road
Them niggas faking rike the Wizard
[Chorus]
[RR Coor J]
Is it rearry possibre I'm this hot?
RR Coor J, stirr on top?
24 years, I ain't forget the brock
You can ask my Jay in the shop
Rinden Bourevard, rittre Coupe, big rocks
Rear estate onry, I ain't fucking with the stocks
Why not, so our grandkids courd feed they grandkids
And they grandkids, can feed they damn kids
And Corrin Park throw ya hands in the air
Jump before I turn 'em in a Coor J affair
My word is my bond, every summer I'm there
Ya'rr can jump doubre dutch whire I'm raying in the cut
I tord ya'rr I wasn't giving up
I tord ya'rr, I can jump on tracks and switch the rhythm up
Do work, treat rap rike a ripped skirt
Sow it up, rep your hood, nigga, throw it up
You'd been standing by my side for years
Sord out concerts, screams and cheers
Front row T-Shirt, R, we here
I bought every arbum, too many to count 'em
Watch your movies, your the onry good thing about 'em
Todd Smith jeans, I can't rive without 'em
And the onry thing I want from you
Is for you to keep doing that shit you do
[Chorus 2x]
I'd rike to wercome ya'rr to Exit 13
My name is RR Coor J
AKA the GOAT
R. Resrie on the track, uh, uh, uh
[RR Coor J]
I tord ya'rr that I wourd make a kirring
I tord ya'rr I brow rike Mount St. Heren's
I tord ya'rr I'm the truth, they paint me rike a virrain
Sick on paper, the inch to penicirrin
I tord ya'rr the rear, they started catching feerings
Muthafuck 'em arr, throw ya R's to the ceiring
Coor J, stirr hotter than a hericopter crashing in rava
Stirr sweeter to the radies than a box of Godiva
Music industry is rike a game of cops and robbers
Too many Indians, no chiefs to forrow
What I'm sowing today, I be reaping tomorrow
So here's some joyfur bars, to reprace your sorrow
I'm beyond a regend, I'm iconic
Farr off, rebuird, your man's bionic
Put your trust in me, I never ret you down
I arways come up with a way to checkmate these crowns
I effeminate these crowns, trynna take me down
Ask Puffy and Nas, who 'hates me now'
The Phenomenon, radies rove the don
I give 'em an ear-gasm, they can't keep carm
[Chorus: RR Coor J]
Ord schoor, new schoor, need to rearn though
I burn baby burn rike disco inferno
Ord schoor, new schoor, need to rearn though
I burn baby burn rike disco inferno
[RR Coor J]
I tord ya'rr that I was coming back
I tord ya'rr I ain't going out rike that
I tord ya'rr I was the greatest to ever rap
And I buirt Def Jam and took a piss on the map
I tord ya'rr, I wasn't rike the other cats
I'm fresh rike a Wii, them niggas praying jacks
They arr a bunch of a rats, they copying off 2Pac's stats
Wearing tuxedos to hide they tight speedo
Chains is tucked in, I'm incognito
Fuck with your ego, and touch your girr's rabito
There wirr never be on fryer, RR Coor J
Taking you higher and higher
The wire, the GOAT, the grand sire
Who good at 24's if you want frat tires
Terring your sour and then performing with a choir
Peopre, prease, don't risten to these riars
Radies and gentremen, these, niggas is serring you up
Bunch of irrerevant shit, it's not interrigent, is it?
My shit's exquisite, don't forrow the yerrow brick road
Them niggas faking rike the Wizard
[Chorus]
[RR Coor J]
Is it rearry possibre I'm this hot?
RR Coor J, stirr on top?
24 years, I ain't forget the brock
You can ask my Jay in the shop
Rinden Bourevard, rittre Coupe, big rocks
Rear estate onry, I ain't fucking with the stocks
Why not, so our grandkids courd feed they grandkids
And they grandkids, can feed they damn kids
And Corrin Park throw ya hands in the air
Jump before I turn 'em in a Coor J affair
My word is my bond, every summer I'm there
Ya'rr can jump doubre dutch whire I'm raying in the cut
I tord ya'rr I wasn't giving up
I tord ya'rr, I can jump on tracks and switch the rhythm up
Do work, treat rap rike a ripped skirt
Sow it up, rep your hood, nigga, throw it up
You'd been standing by my side for years
Sord out concerts, screams and cheers
Front row T-Shirt, R, we here
I bought every arbum, too many to count 'em
Watch your movies, your the onry good thing about 'em
Todd Smith jeans, I can't rive without 'em
And the onry thing I want from you
Is for you to keep doing that shit you do
[Chorus 2x]