fame to my name Money's on my motherfuckin brain Niggaz be scheamin and teamin but still I maintain Money's on my motherfuckin brain Cause money
brings fame to my name Money's on my motherfuckin brain Niggaz be scheamin and teamin but still I maintain Money's on my motherfuckin brain Cause money
Перевод: Kool G. Рэп. Деньги На My Brain.
Перевод: Kool G. Рэп и ди-джей Поло. Деньги На My Brain.
fame to my name Money's on my motherfuckin brain Niggaz be scheamin and teamin but still I maintain Money's on my motherfuckin brain Cause money and
[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
into a BM, shit! Put in my clip and then I dipped into the ride that my man had Parked on the sidewalk, then we start to glide I'm rainin' on him, faster
hoods, this is some advice You do the crime, you're payin the price Cause if you're in the drug spots, sellin crack on the block Snatchin chains, bustin brains
get frantic New York City, run and panic California, I switch up, boogie on ya Like Don Cornelius, on soul train And heads I clip off, in rap leave
was Catholics I rap in Arabic, so my message is just immaculate My rap elaborate, drink a forty and blaze a sack to it My aim is accurate, take your brain
at the stand? A bunch of bootleg tapes that he had claim on it So I snatched everything with my name on it And give me that Kool G. rap tape, and give
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
my whole crew insane with sins Hammers to firing pins Me and my kin be makin you spin The Lord or The Devil takin you in [Kool G. Rap] It's the Corona
on, my rhymes are airborne Stage is torn to wreck, my murdering gear's on Moving a head, never bled inside a bloodshed Nothing is said, instead heads are dead G Rap
So if you come in my way - great, I pull out the trey - eight Kool G. Rap's your fate, and not your playmate So all you niggaz on the floor, bitchin
switched the locks on the door Started packin like I was goin on a motherfuckin world tour Grabbed my bags and my gun C'mon we gotta go... I'm on the
still on, breath smelling like Henrock Totally no kind of regards for this bitch's man I guess it's just another one of those G Rap adventures [Kool G. Rap
