โหลดเพลง mp3 Letters (Clean Edit Version) - Kool G Rap

Letters (Clean Edit Version) - Kool G Rap/DJ Polo
"What are you going to do "

"What are you going to do "
"Ni**a "
"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 G R A P letters"
"Sound nice" (cut and scratched)
Rougher than Gotti in tone
Got a body harder than Flintstone
Your girl got her skins boned
I'm diggin' her down with my skintone
It's Brown-er than Bobby
Cause humpin' is my hobby
Down in the end zone with mens
That made her friends moan
Listen and learn and turn on your tuners if he looney
I break bang zoom like Honeymooners
I don't want singers
But finger snappers speaker slappers
The wickeder rapper the dapper rapper's
When I flap my trapper
Got that a** gassed by Amoco
You know you ain't man to go
Dead up head up
So I set up to slam a hoe
I don't give a heck
But I don't peck on a redneck
You wanna pull cards
You're a dead deck bed check
Lead my from tec come
And step up and get your head red
Wait a sec you comin' to see what's left
I gotta catch my breath rappers slayed
Or played like Jeff to the left
And none of you nitwits can get with this hit sh*t
You dipstics even Miss kiss but no lipstick
I don't run a style but a mile to bust a child
Big ol snappy happy rappers smile like Gomer Pyle
Hell I'm ringin' bells with a ding-dong
I play you like ping-pong
You swingin' on my ding-a-long King Kong
I pop bad cops I got a pig a day habit
Bing bing BANG just like the ricochet rapid
Grab it your sound is just like a lady baby maybe
You're old as Grady still in the 80's
Metaphors born in Haiti
I pop to the top
Now the hip-hop glock pop rocks
Whenever it drops
I run over rappers at the record shop
You name your best I'll say who like owls
Pass me a towel
And I'ma move my bowels all over his vowels
Bring ten men then I'll send my venom in em
You ain't gonna win em
Cause he got a women's momentum
And I don't wanna hear from this queer

Cause one of these niggaz just doesn't belong here
My rhymes are like the nine millimeter Beretta
Cause anything rappers could do yo I could do it better
"The K the double-O the L the G-R-A-P letters"
"My mic sound nice check two"
"The K the double-O the L the G-R-A-P letters"
"sound nice" (cut and scratched)
You no-frill slow toy cheap thrills no joy
My lyrical skills give me Pillsbury Doughboy
Back I'm packin' em up like Jack the Ripper
Some pally'll I'm pullin' the zipper
Finger popped the better the batter or flipper
You're out of date
You must be the Late Show I hate those
Puttin' on the brakes slow
Uh-oh better get Maaco
Dead-on head-on collision bad decision
You wanna see me ni**a you better check your vision
It ain't 20/20 money silly bunny your funny
Your a**'ll get smashed just like a crash test dummy
Retire an MC that Oscar Meyer could take
Some of you wacky rappers just play anyway
That's B O L O G N A
So come and swing wild
Mild child and get your style hurt
HEY HEY HEY Should I say it's Fatter than Albert
Play at your own risk
If you diss got a lotta hot groups
Turnin' cold better go and sip on some Swiss Miss
Inner city actin' like bitties you're p**sy
So here kitty kitty come get some milk from my hoe's titties
Cross at the green not in between or get hit G
Red light green light one two three
Out for the dash but in the flash you shoulda let me pass
'Fore crash now that a** is in a bodycast
Everytime I put out my records and tapes
Motherf**kers go bananas like this was Planet of the Apes
Grapes I bust em like cherries
And lay down b**ches purchase tickets
To ride the dick and sit down it like a Greyhound
Down with the clowns actin' like killers
As good as wooden soldiers
See niggaz you ain't even Magilla Guerillas

Bass in your face stingin' like mace
I'm bringin' the right taste hangin' like waist
Pick up the pace