try to be fly Yo G Rap how you feel about how girls just be on yours Cause you got a fonkee car? A convertible Porsche is what I??¦ striving to drive DJ
yeah alright yeah, I wanna fight" *BOOM* Verse Three: Rollin up on niggaz wearin wigs Cause I got a Sig for you nigs and all you motherfuckin pigs Kool
Chorus: repeat 2X Yo, you gotta go, you gotta go, you gotta go (G: And aiyyo, what you don't know, believe the ghetto knows) [Kool G. Rap] New York,
expand, the whole operation Distribution, New York, to Chicago, L.A. We gotta set our own market, and enforce it Verse One: Kool G Rap
low-down trash Marley's car is two-toned, and it's ended with chrome And the Bell telephone makes you feel at home So remember Kool G Rap and his DJ Polo
Aw yeah, word up, word to mother. Here comes G. Rap with another one y'all. We going to swing it like this... I'm right in front of my front steps
(x4) People in the audience Kool G Rap is my name I write rhymes and insert them inside your brain And DJ Polo, the man I'm behind He operates the
[Kool G. Rap] Brothers on the corner sellin junk got held up by the hotties got the shotties in the trunk You got the hardrocks wavin glocks at the punks
and pack a Smith-N-Wes And then I'm off to get the snaps, not the scraps The game is be a real mack, the name is Kool G Rap Now it's a damn
, smart as an antique Beats that I repeat show you that I can speak Totally, probably, you rappers wanna copy me It takes strategy just like Monopoly, figure it out Kool
survive (YOU KNOW THE DEAL) We rhyme, from 12 to 12, schemin in the cut on the corner by the bodega with the hammer steamin [Kool G. Rap] Friend, forgive
Boy come on get with this, cause you can't diss this I'm burnin yo' ass like syphillis A fast brother you're just a lover with a sore hand I freeze MC
double-O the L the G-R-A-P letters" "My mic sound nice, check one" "The K the double-O the L the G-R-A-P letters" "Sound nice" (cut and scratched) [Kool
[Kool G. Rap] Yo I come in the form of danger lurkin Blastin the mad streets and merkin Shot at strangers from out the Ranges and Suburbans Curtains for
New York. At this time, police have no suspects. Now to the weather, but first.. G tell em what time it is!" [Kool G. Rap] I got a chance to get
from the head vests I'm riffing, the suckers stiffen up like a dead pet The troop that stoops to brutality Giving all nationalities a taste of reality Kool
Verse 1: Who macks the most shit? smoke ya whole clique like roach spliffs who's ro's drip enough to hold drifts and float ships? no mo' shifts, I hold
thieves will seize enemies That want to be G, like the Bee Gees Not rated PG, we break necks Like sex, rated XXX Yes, Doc the Butcher is who I recommend DJ