ฟังเพลงLetters (Explicit)

Letters - 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