a badder G boy you gotta play with strategy Top rankin, thinkin ability, memory bankin But instead you're just sinkin I attack like a pack of whacked out maniacs G. Rap's back
Traduzione: Kool G. Rap \u200b\u200band DJ Polo. Kool Is Back.
new cut, for pooh-butt, rappers hangin from off my two nuts like they was put there by members of the Ku Klux So peep Kool G. Rap, don't sleep, money
rotation begins They reported his fins on 1010 West And his name is Polo the phonograph is for bolo I go solo, to battle Kool G Rap is no-no, bozo Your style is
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
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 some money
gentlemen Back by popular demand We got Kool G Rap and Polo Singin it is now Rhyme Tyme [Kool G Rap:] I be funky to a junkie cause the rhyme is dope
t need any management to handle us On the tour bus, snappin and rappin with the Big Daddy Kane, Kool G. Rap My man DJ Polo, Positive K And of course I
cut, for pooh-butt, rappers hangin' from off my Two nuts like they was put there by members of the Ku Klux So peep Kool G. rap, don't sleep, money unless
4, 5, 6 is in the mix - I'm hittin them with trip's Headcrack, time to get the bread black! 4, 5, 6 is in the mix - I'm hittin them with trip's Headcrack
would spray my man in all kinds of sick and retarded ways (G. Rap) straight gave him a harp to play (Chameleon) I peeped your resume (G. Rap) you with
it This goes out for all of the ones that's walkin' around here Out in the streets blindfolded Not knowin' what's really goin' on Nawimsayin? These streets is
the bank I did my time and now I'm back from my vacation Right on track, they put me back in populations I got dressed, and hit the mess hall Then when I came back
cut, for pooh-butt, rappers hangin from off my two nuts like they was put there by members of the Ku Klux So peep Kool G. Rap, don't sleep, money unless
s how it goes They say: "Live by the trigger, die by the trigger" It ain't about whose gun is more bigger, nigga It's bout whose draw is quicker So to
miles, bodies stacked up in piles I'm killin executioner style Comin straight off the sidewalks of New York A nigga livin foul -- "I kill em executioner style" - G. Rap
got to lit the tec up [Kool G Rap] It was a setup, my nigga got hit, they blew his chest up The hollow tips ripped his vest up, son is messed up and
