Kool G Rap & DJ Polo Men At Work

<Polo: yo G Rap Since we didn't make no records in a long time why don't you show these rap sap suckers what kind of rhymes you got Money!

Butcher Shop Kool G Rap & DJ Polo

<I'm Kool G Rap Their latest release (x2) I'm Kool G Rap...and he's Polo> He's the big boss when his hands criss-cross Up and down the crossfader turning wax to sauce It ain't a hip-hop

Play it Kool Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo

-> Rakim (cut and scratched 3X by Polo) [Kool G. Rap] I play it Kool, gettin to tour just like a jazz player Your record player ain't nothin without the funky rhyme sayer Kool G.

Two to the Head Kool G Rap and DJ Polo

can't kill me, cause I'm already dead Scarface goin psycho, yeah Play pussy get fucked and take two to your head [Bushwick Bill] I'm Bushwick Bill, but call me Chuckie 5th Ward hard bitch, play

Cars Kool G Rap and DJ Polo

<Polo: Yo yo that look like G Rap over there? Marley: Yo that is P: Funky! That뭩 him in his new Alfa Romeo M: Yo that is real real fonkee, yo yo what up, G Rap?

Wanted: Dead or Alive Kool G Rap & DJ Polo

<Calling all units, be on the lookout for a Nissan sedan License plates reads: K-O-O-L-G-R-A-P Be alert, suspect is armed and extremely dangerous And also, he's wanted dead or alive Find him.

Kool is Back Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo

the pain I bring So face a hellraise of cut, like a laser Polo plays a part, inside the arts, I grab charts Start to break you apart, so get smart You cry for help, knowin you felt, the rhyme makin

Live and Let Die Kool G. Rap & DJ Polo

Now to the weather, but first.. G tell em what time it is!" [Kool G.

Poison Kool G Rap and DJ Polo

Kool G Rap and Polo Back again What?

Truly Yours Kool G Rap & DJ Polo

Rap was going that far I'm here to tell of, because you thought I fell off And now if you're riding the tip, just get the hell off You wanted to leave because you didn't believe that I would achieve

Letters Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo

"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) [Kool G.

She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not Kool G Rap & DJ Polo

<G Rap: ah man sad, sad song yo word Polo, broken heart ain't no joke, man> <Polo: yo, why don't you really tell them how you feel about it, man...

Go For Your Guns Kool G Rap and DJ Polo

motherfuckers off Leavin the scene like Machine Gun Kelly Two to the head about four cross the belly Steady givin niggaz the runs Fuckin clam put your fists down and go for your guns "Alright,

Rhyme Tyme Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo

{Marley Marl:} Ladies and gentlemen Back by popular demand We got Kool G Rap and Polo Singin it is now Rhyme Tyme {Kool G Rap:} I be funky to a junkie cause the rhyme is dope I use my microphone

Men at Work Kool G Rap & DJ Polo

<Polo: yo G Rap Since we didn't make no records in a long time why don't you show these rap sap suckers what kind of rhymes you got Money!

Trilogy of Terror Kool G Rap & DJ Polo

Give me a pen, a typa-writer then I'll cut your whole posse into gingerbread men With diction sparked from friction Plenty of dope like the pope cause it's a G Rap prediction Tower going outer space

With a Bullet Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo

[Kool G.

Play it Again, Polo Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo

Play it again Polo, cause I just can't stand still I burn while the tables turn like windmills A swift reactor rap, to impact up the track ?

Crime Pays Kool G. Rap & DJ Polo

The umm, security we have here today Not the OPEN security The ones, that that really sittin there And really think, we don't know who they are! "Now that's funky" (4X) [Kool G.

Operation CB Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo

[Kool] Aiyyo Jinx [Jinx] Hey whassup G?

Dirty Dancing (Feat. Carlos Santana) Product G&B

[DJ scratches: "Kool Keith"] Baddest, MC! ["Kool Keith"] Keith.. Baddest, MC! ["Kool Keith"] Keith Keith.. Baddest, MC! ["Kool Keith"] Keith Keith.. Baddest, MC!

Still Wanted Dead or Alive Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo

"When you're on the run from the police, you got two options Turn yourself in.. or come out BLASTING!" *boom* [Kool G.

Death Wish Kool G Rap and DJ Polo

("Rappers go six feat under") (Repeat 4x) You're scared straight as soon as G Rap penetrates You wanna escape, but you got a date to meet fate Run for your life when I'm starting Suckers are getting

Edge of Sanity Kool G Rap and DJ Polo

and works at night I'm trying to get some money I can hand to her But I ain't with bein a motherfuckin janitor Plus I got my little nigga And I'm tryin my best to be the right kind of father figure

Tekilla Sunrise Kool G Rap

Pap had to stop three, two sombreros ready to mop me, drop me, proceeded with the head of the click Bread in their fingertips The sly chick came out with three bricks from out of the V-6, yeah mami

Rhymes I Express Kool G Rap and DJ Polo

Bass, snare drum in your eardrum Musical outcome, lyrical tantrum Energy enters me, power absorbed Phonograph arts and crafts mic warlord Kool G Rap the lyric dictator DJ Polo the fader operator

Nuff Said Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo

[Kool G.

Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous Kool G. Rap & DJ Polo

[ CHORUS ] I hop into the hot tub To lay back and relax and get a scrub and a back rub Sippin on some wine The view is dope, you see the Manhattan skyline I got it made in the game No stress, no

Road to the Riches Kool G Rap and DJ Polo

My name is Kool G Rap, I'm on the road to the riches Verse Two: I used to stand on the block sellin cooked up rock Money bustin out my sock cos I really would clock They were for kind of fiends

Home Sweet Home Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo

[Kool G.

Ghetto Knows Kool G. Rap

Chorus: repeat 2X Yo, you gotta go, you gotta go, you gotta go (G: And aiyyo, what you don't know, believe the ghetto knows) [Kool G.

Ghetto Knows Kool G Rap

Chorus: repeat 2X Yo, you gotta go, you gotta go, you gotta go (G: And aiyyo, what you don't know, believe the ghetto knows) [Kool G.

Blowin' Up In The World Kool G Rap

ribs showin' than Tony rhoma's In order to get straight, I gotsta to make a muscle Learned to hustle and bustle and I gave the streets a tussle Standin' down on the corner slangin' fat rocks to bottles

Straight Jacket Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo

[Kool G.

Streets of New York Kool G Rap & DJ Polo

an ambulance Crowds are getting louder, I wonder how the People want to go fight for the white powder People hanging in spots They waited until the blocks got hot And got raided by the cops I'll

Ill Street Blues Kool G Rap and DJ Polo

Aw yeah, word up, word to mother. Here comes G. Rap with another one y'all. We going to swing it like this...

Train Robbery Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo

[Kool G.

Talk Like Kool G Rap and DJ Polo

ya wetter 'cause I fuck better than your husband, Givin' ya girl back spasms, cause G Rap has 'em orgasm after orgasm, Change the sheets?

Stick To Ya Gunz Kool G Rap

Intro (sampled): Calling the police, calling the G men Calling all americans to war on the underworld All I need is money, and I'm getting that money tonight Verse One: Lil' Fame Let's take

On the Run Kool G Rap and DJ Polo

I got a job with the mob, makin G's Doin some pickups, deliveries and transportin keys Yeah they got me like a flunkie I'm ridin around with ten kilos inside my trunk G And I'm holdin the suitcase

Foul Cats Kool G Rap

Intro/Outro: repeat 2X Foul cats scheamin up the setup Tryin to leave me and my cream wet up Two in the head, leaded up Call the coroners to make they bed up Infrared shit from neck up Before

No More Mister Nice Guy Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo

bullshit Fuck all that nice shit No more Mister Nice Guy (You are not the sensitive man you used to be) I used to be romantic and considerate But now I hit the skins, I jump right in, and then

Let Me Clear My Throat DJ Kool

At the count of three I want everybody in the place to be To make some noise if ya down with me One, two, three Hit me with the horns Tony Keep makin' noise, keep makin' noise, yeah, oh...

Know Da Game Kool G Rap

let them niggas know The way to win the war Attend the war End the war And let your hammer go (Kool G.

Money in the Bank Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo

You'd better rather go to Roy's, cause I ain't kickin science fiction I kick a size nine sneaker or boot Chop chumps to stumps, and they remain mi-nute The Sheik, I get deep, and always leave with the

Executioner Style Kool G. Rap

these silver double-four's that I be packin on my hip, hollow-tips inside the clip Ready to rip a niggaz shit and make his wig slip to the side as a homocide's commited I gets rid of niggaz quick

Executioner Style Kool G Rap

Rap (repeat 2X) I keeps my forty-five loaded with dum-dums, in rear I hold this right at my waist for just in case somebody gots to get exploded Cause G.

Ghetto Afterlife (Feat. Kool G Rap) Reflection Eternal

wet, call in collect to save a buck or two Get mad, who the fuck are you?

Bad to the Bone Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo

I'm bad to the bone, with a style like Al Capone I'ma smile while I give you the dial tone Eatin shrimp and girls I be pimpin Walk like I'm limpin, this brother ain't simpin Not to mention, I'm winner

Baddest M.C. Kool Keith

Two-thousand-one.. {*DJ scratches: "Kool Keith"*} Baddest, MC! {*"Kool Keith"*} Keith.. Baddest, MC! {*"Kool Keith"*} Keith Keith.. Baddest, MC! {*"Kool Keith"*} Keith Keith..