G.O.A.T.

English translation

Ara, ra, ra, ra, ra. Ara, ra, ra, ra, ra.

-Oro, ro, ro, ro, ro. -I like this right here.

Ara, ra, ra, ra, ra. Ara, ra, ra, ra, ra.

-B. I. G. -Oro, ro, ro, ro, ro.

-Yeah. Bad Boy. Let's go.

-I'm poppin' magnums while Jigga bag somethin' Watch the platinums, got jet lag from Flights back and forth, pop corks of the best grapes Make the best CDs and the best tapes Don't forget the vinyl, take girls, break spinals Biggie B. richie like Lionel

You seen the Jesus, dipped in H classes Ice project off like, shit flashes Blinded bro, even got rocks in beards and mustaches Rock top fashions, ain't change Except the number after the dot on the Range Way look at me now, kinda strange I hate y'all too, rather be in Caribbean sands with Rachel It's unreal, out the blue Frank

White got sex appeal Used to go ill, still tote steel Tryna see five mil' off the single, for real You ain't phasin' the amazin' While y'all raisin', mine is blazin'

See you wanna see me on, talkin' the sweetness Take it for weakness and leave -quick, black out -Choke on likkle bit Just one day make it Take me to the moon Ara, ra, ra, ra, ra.

Ara, ra, ra, ra, ra. Pour water for my hair Baby we hit the sun Oro, ro, ro, ro.

I'm so in love with the life Le-le-le-le-le-le-le Ara, ra, ra, ra, ra.

Don't wake me up oh -I'm finally home Oro, ro, ro, ro -Puffin' za in the mansion, used to be on the block Biggie up in Heaven, lookin' down on us with Pac Pour up some liquor,

I'ma puff daily on this CÎROC My Rollie presidential, damn near big as a clock Ran up in Pop-P, see some thotties and we gone At home screamin' the fight song

Givenchy Saint Laurent made out of python This 40 cal.

sick with the red dot sights on Dolla don't miss

Take a walk in my old shoes Say you wouldn't ball every chance that you get

We livin' for the moment, make sense, don't it?

Take -me to the moon -To the moon -Ara, ra, ra, ra, ra -To the moon

Pour water for my hair Baby we hit the sun

Oh yeah

I'm so in love with the life -Le-le-le-le-le-le-le -Yeah

Don't wake me up oh I'm -finally home -Ooh, woah, woah, woah, woah

We hit makers with acres, Rollshakers in Vegas You can't break us, lost chips on

Lakers Gassed off Shaq, country house Tennis courts and horseback Ridin' decided, crab, crab or lobster Who say mobsters don't prosper? Actors deserve

Oscars Me, I'm critically acclaimed, slug pass your brain Reminisce on things who used to stink When we rock house pieces and puffy Gucci links Now we buy homes in unfamiliar places Tito smile every time he see our faces Cases catch more than outfielders Half these rappin' cats ain't seen war Couldn't score if they had point game, they lame Speak my name, I make 'em dance like James

Take me to the moon Ara, ra, ra, ra, ra. Ara, ra, ra, ra, ra.

Pour water for my hair Baby we hit the sun -Listen -I'm so in love with the life

Le-le-le-le-le-le-le Ara, ra, ra, ra, ra.

Don't wake me up oh I'm finally home Oro, ro, ro, ro

I like this right here

Bad Boy