Testi:
Dj Polo

DJ's he's disputed you should be saluted The man gives a cut with scratches included I'm Kool G Rap, he's my DJ This is a mortal combat of the Polo play

A convertible Porsche is what I?m striving to drive DJ Polo of course, drives a ride that?s live With a AMG kit, in his pockets a mitt And if you try

I'm on the verge of commitin murder My girl is gettin on my last nerve and I don't wanna hurt her She wants me to get a job I get harassed cause I'm

[Chorus from "Talk Like Sex" begins] ("Can ya dig it honey...?") Since I made the record "Talk Like Sex," bitches are comin' up with their friends

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

"Get down let's see your hands, see your hands! Let's see your hands, everybody, hands! Everybody let's see some hands! Huh? Don't nobody move! Don't

be no use to introduce You know I seduce, abuse and produce You got no juice, you just dried out I'm never tried out and never died out Dr. Butcher, 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

a laser Polo plays a part, inside the arts, I grab charts Start to break you apart, so get smart You cry for help, knowin you felt, the rhyme makin the track melt, Polo