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Kool G Rap And Dj Polo
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My Life
Kool G. Rap Yeah, yeah yeah G. Rap that's gangsta (My life nigga)
All of my life, I live I'll be thuggin' with you Thug it out baby, thug it out baby Don't stop 'til I die for this I'll be keepin' it true Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yo, yo Giancanna, the name break it down simple and plain Went from a small chimp in the game to gorilla king pimpin' the game Know how to tempt dames to tense in the Range Hit the block to pitch rocks, the strength of the name
Limp with a cane, lactosin' limp for the king We even pack toast expend from the flames, my aim Strictly about makin' that bread pop blocks red hot (Y'know) From feds and cops, lookin' for rock bottles with red tops
Tradin' lead shots with dreadlocks Infrared dots 'til their head drop, we fled spots Word on the curb is when it came to birds we spread flocks (No doubt) No tellin' when the bloodshed stop, glide 'til the sled stop
Copped the latest every hot flavor in them crocs and gators Somebody clique riff, pop the bravest Out of town trips in whips I got from Avis, drop knots in Vegas My plot for paper was crock pots of wafers
All of my life, I live I'll be thuggin' with you Thug it out baby, thug it out baby Don't stop 'til I die for this I'll be keepin' it true Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Nigga into warm mansion rooms, wall to wall with handsome goons Half-naked bitches dancin' to tunes (Uh-huh) Marble floor to the terrace nigga, glance at the moon 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Play the jacuzzi 'til your hands get blue
Rugs tight, bright as the white sands of Cancun (Yeah) Skylights up in the ceilings for the plants to bloom Nigga we crop grams in dunes, Cuban cigar brand of grandest fumes Prison niggaz that ran balloons
Shut down shop from Jan. to June, and still cop land in the boons Fuck women in tanning rooms Every last fingernail on their hand groomed, self built do Down to the mink pelts, gator belts and silk suit
If I can't stack a nigga cap get peeled loose Word to them cats that died on the street, it's spilled juice So where that Don be? In the calm breeze in the palm trees (Right here) Bomb G under the arm piece
Livin' in harmony, coke farm pharmacy Bulletproof armory, school of the hard knock honory Washin' the jackpot like laundry Fuckin' Don of the year nominee, honestly
All of my life, I live I'll be thuggin' with you Thug it out baby, thug it out baby Don't stop 'til I die for this I'll be keepin' it true Yeah yeah yeah yeah
All of my life, I live I'll be thuggin' with you Thug it out baby, thug it out baby Don't stop 'til I die for this I'll be keepin' it true Yeah yeah yeah yeah
G. Rap nigga What, thug shit, Queens clicks What, uh-huh Yeah, thug shit, Queens clicks Thug shit, Queens clicks Uhh, yeah
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