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
Vertaling: Kool G. Rap \u200b\u200ben DJ Polo. Kool Is Terug.
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
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 G Rap's a
shorties are comin to push a nigga wig back, and leave his ass flat on his back The motherfuckin ghetto knows, and it's like that Chorus [Kool G. Rap
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
[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
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 shame, what
