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Kool Keith - Master of the Game lyrics
featuring Roger Troutman * parts featuring Roger are listed {in brackets} Yeah.. {He's the master of the game!} From the South Bronx I've been doin this {All the girls know his name} All the way from the Northeast to the West Down South Miami Florida {He's the master of the game!} Jacksonville {Jacksonville} Tallahassee {Tallahassee} Master of the game {In the rappin Hall of Fame!} [Kool Keith] Like Tag Team, back again Here we go, with a flow, get dealt with quick Now Joe I know my rap style pro Let em know, with the quickness, y'all need to witness Step to the side, y'all mind y'all business Exercise, like physical fitness Ride through, I glide through Bass pump to the trunks inside you We move it quickly, rap styles swift B Cadillac rollin, neck full gold and crafty and nasty, can't put it past me Step with skills, better call your family Turn adverse worse, climb in the first verse Move when I back it up, attack and I smack it up Girls connectin it, Ultra legend and why y'all rhymes soft, fruity affectionate I keep steppin and, boost my rep again Speed up, go slow, you got the next then do the La Bamba, turn to Mexican Swift to shift up, change the pitch up DJ mix ups, your face get fixed up Nuts get licked up, quickly, strictly Chorus: repeat 2X {He's the master of the game!} {THE MASTER} {All the girls know his name} {He's the master of the game!} {THE MASTER} {In the rappin Hall of Fame!} [Kool Keith] I'm warnin, watch yo' backpack mack Yo' crack lack facts I attacks yo' wax So fast you press up mess up step up through this when I do this I'm the smoothest when I groove it speedy Turn back yo, don't try to be greedy Houston, Tex, out of New York City Girls get pretty, go lickin them titties Astrofunk it revolve in the trunk and party's live, might turn into somethin Let them know though, I'm still pro dough Companies what, wanna sign me solo It's Keith you need, let your man try to read Ease the bleed, shut up animal feed Step to Keith, let you know what it be G Cruiser shades, at the bar can't see me Crispy atoms, grab em, pat em Suckers don't know, how bad I'm madam Turn and flex and servin necks and Indiana wrecks then fools wanna flex and y'all won't know when I pull up in a Lex and MasterCards, with ceritified checks and bank bills, fly rims in the hills Y'all get cups, get more refills Chorus [Kool Keith] Check your watch, now watch me partner Start to welcome back kids like Kotter Move your pants, while I rock a little harder Hoes and foes, hit em all with blows Watch girls work it, movin unopposed Hip to flip, throw the thing to they lip When I dress, yes, put em all to the test Rock a suede vest, pink jewels on my chest Rappin, clappin, fingers start snappin Watch how you actin, I'm rubbin on the back and MC's is slack and your groups sound wack Where'd you turn B? Nobody burn me Style get complex, why you concerned B? I'm your chalkboard, now you can learn me Round and round and big bass soundin Down South Hustler, big bass poundin East West, top down to the bone Motorola, on my cellular phone Change the tone, get up out my zone Movin next to you, rhyme will flex to you Stop I'm overdue, jumpin over you Status gold, to the baddest bro Chorus {He's the master} {MASTERRR} {Master} {KOOL KEITH} {He's the master} {MASTERRR} {Master} {KOOOOOl KEITH, KOOOOOL KEITH, KOOOOOL KEITH} {Kool Keith |
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