Da Heat-Kool G Rap

HookStill on this paperchase Load the stacks up in the safe Because champagne tastes with beer money to wet the cake Me and my peoples play for high stakes Look out for FBI jakes to turn up the case and place me upstake Verse 1: Kool G RapBut yo its all legal Every last printed bolegal? We started out small people now we's all lethal From poverty, the land property, run a monopoly We properly, sending butterleather shitting mahogany Call it robbery, just as long as I grab the lottery Im tryna prospectally strictly going for jackpottery, obviously Kool G Rap unlike a lotta G's For novelty models be stripping Like the shit's pornography, the odyssey, lyrical prodigy See my philosophy like Socrates Logically cats follow me catastrophically Apart from G Your role models be and anything less is just an S.O and S. with the apostrophe F**k all that hypocrisy You know who got with these lyrics about the street heat first Check my biography, its possibly Cause I was ahead of my time like a prophecy, monstrosity Nigga wanna copy me like photography HookLadies: Its so its so hot hot, come get it on! Kool G Rap: Straight bringin the heat son! (4 times) Verse 2: Kool G RapWe keep the rocks flowing, the Glocks blowing, the pockets swollen The proper Clis? growing not big as Samoans Got cash flowing out the colon Be on the yard dash like Jesse Owens Tryna get stripes and riches like Bolen? People look out for Jakes patrolling They hate to see niggas be straight out holding mad diamonds glowing and the papers folding We rolling Kennedy Caver? status, living at lavish Cop the shit thats as hot as a raddish Five o' one quarter carats from outta Paris My movements is moving quicker than Randy Travis The lyrical style ravishes, creeping past all your averages Carry my own weight, f**k astro packages Just make sure there's a quick savages? from under the hat attack with bad habits kid! They'll thump your whole wig, get you digged just for one more hole in the Earth to dig When I spit the shit from out the cig? Its nothing short from bloodsport to get your mug torched? Listen to what the thugs taught Before you get rocked, down on the block for cops to find your blood caught From stunning missles That I could ceases all your blood and tissue Got dirt by the fake ones and all the unofficials