The time has come, we gotta expand, the whole operation Distribution, New York, to Chicago, L.A. We gotta set our own market,
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
DJ Polo, see... (x4) I supply the data, he's the wheel operator We're walking tall and we're called the terminators I'm Kool G Rap, and he's Polo
[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 once again it's big G, runnin the number rackets wearin Pele jackets Fast loot tactics, I'm well up in the millionaire bracket The boss of all bosses
A letter to you suckers Each and every one of you duck mothafuckers Your girl puckers her lips so I stuck her You're tellin' me, yo, so what the hell
[Billy Danze] Hey yo we bringin you the international vibe live from Brownsville where we juggle and struggle to survive (YOU KNOW THE DEAL) We rhyme,
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
"What are you going to do?" (2X) "Nigga!" "The K the double-O the L the G-R-A-P letters" "My mic sound nice, check one" "The K the double-O the L the
[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
"Late last night, two undercover police officers were found, brutally murdered in a Fort Greene apartment building in Brooklyn, New York. At this
Rappers go six feat under Rappers go six feat under Rappers go six feat under Rappers go six feat under You're scared straight as soon as G Rap penetrates
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
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 Polo
[ CHORUS ] I hop into the hot tub To lay back and relax and get a scrub and a back rub Sippin on some wine The view is dope, you see the Manhattan skyline
Ninety-five, keep it live Yeah to make papers, knahmsayin? Motherfuckin Kool G. Rap and B1 and my motherfuckin man Grimm Just comin with somethin to keep
(Ah yeah) (Y'all Hip-Hop hoes) (Check this out) (Bitch) Yeah bitch No more Mister Nice Guy Y'all bitches check this shit out right here now Word up,