ben Yeah (yeah.. yeah.. yeah..) Chorus: kool keith (repeat 4x) I'll be the man, watch your backpack, pen and pencil School today! grown man, I don't play [kool keith
yeah.. yeah..) Chorus: Kool Keith (repeat 4X) I'll be the man, watch your backpack, pen and pencil School today! Grown man, I don't play [Kool Keith
Перевод: Kool Keith. Я не играю.
of an old bathrobe Cause I don't give a fuck, you better understand that Two zantacs I give a fuck if I sound whack Billboard, drugs is what I kill for I
E did to P in "Beef Two" I cheat dude, give me a Maybach to breathe So I'm determined, like AJ after Free I don't play games I'm grown, on 26 chrome
got me mad as hell You talk a good game but I don't believe in you Be smoking lotta blunts but I got more weed than you I guess I see you on the charts
C'mon Now you know just who i am And what i do because i'm in demand Because i look good, do you hear my man? And if you can't take that ya chump ya
website get deleted Don't get me heated grab your shield, you know you need it Blackula Blackula, spectacular I'm Blackula, bust at ya Black-blackula
Yeah, two-thousand-two I don't hear you no more The K-double-O-L, the K-E-I-T-H Check it out I trust talent, whattup Flex, JoJo and K-Ci put me on next
come around from downtown I get surround sound - I get big! I get surround sound - I get big! Haters come around from downtown I get surround sound - I
Women wanna suck you They don't tell you, they wanna fuck you Some move and duck you I sometime watch 'em, they curse me out I say fuck you I never pay
shit I can't fuck with them mixtape niggaz A lot of them New York DJ's are jealous I don't give a FUCK about Funkmaster Flex He don't give a FUCK about
Yo I ain't hearin nothin, Kool Keith in the place I'm a be all up in your face Yo, I'm a tell you, I don't wanna hear what you got to say 'Gwan from
SharkMan) Lick (Kool Keith) Yeah, don't buy 'The Basement Tapes' Sheisty things going on, somebody's on the pipes Labels foldin', goin' down in ninety six Nobody play
to the max apex I'm on my way, with guinness stout everyday Jodeci tapes, h-town, not bring 4play Couches are plush, no quickies ladies don't rush You
Raye's complexion My jewelry like big trucks I don't care if you flash your Milwaukee Bucks Even bodyguards couldn't protect you ducks I care less
Yeah, Kool Keith should keep it real He should rap about space and Mars Yo, I'm tired of looking at everybody, same boots, skully hats in 90 degree weather
