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Kool G Rap - It's a Shame lyrics
And once again it's big G runnin the number rackets wearin Pele jackets Fast loot tactics I'm well up in the millionaire bracket The boss of all bosses I own racehorses and a fortress corridors with olympic torches and Mona Lisa portraits Jacuzzis and saunas and eatin steak at Benny Harner's Bentley's limousine the front yard stream is full of pirahnas I'm set a private jet I drink a lot of Beck's Get a lot of sess condo and duplex, diamond infested Rolex Deliver a crown at the world units with silver china Sippin on finer wine-r you see more shines than diamond miners The Highness, kingpin of heroin I'm thorough when I have to bring the terror in Handle business in each and every borough in town or city, I'm rollin like Frank Nitty, I'm rich and pretty Back up kiddies, I got crimies that's grimy and gritty A nigga that's spunky and likes to keep his pockets chunky Makin most of my money, from all the dopefiends and junkies I learned from the best the ones that's livin and the ones that's put to rest So I bless my chest with a vest and pack a Smith-N-Wes And then I'm off to get the snaps, not the scraps The game is be a real mack, the name is Kool G Rap Now it's a damn shame, what I gotta do just to make a dollar Living in this game, sometimes it makes you wanna holler It's a damn shame, what I gotta do just to make a dollar Living in this game, sometimes it makes you wanna holler I got a fly hoe up under the wing, a swinger that does her thing And if you step inside my ring, she'll bang it out and make your brains hang She sits at resteraunt tables with mink foxes and sables Drinkin Cherenade brand label she'll rock a sucker's cradle And yeah, honey is more bounce to the ounce She walks around with lucci in large amounts Millions inside Swiss bank accounts Her name is Tammy, got a beach house in Miami Rides around with a small jammy in her silk and satin panties A down hoe, a Foxy Brown hoe, standin her ground hoe And if you clown yo she'll turn into a bust a round hoe Fly as a Heaven's Angel got sapphires in her bangles Diamond earrings hangin dingle gettin money from all angles She's pretty under the New York city bright lights and real light, way after midnight, I hit it cause the slit's tight Wake up early and make my rounds, break up break down Packin a silver four pound, some clowns be trying to get down Light up a smoke and grab a stack of C-notes Them slick stick up kids don't get no free dough bro cause I ain't tryin to be broke I goes all out for G Rap and this honey nothin funny It's a damn shame, what I gotta do to get the money Now it's a damn shame, what I gotta do just to make a dollar Living in this game, sometimes it makes me wanna holler It's a damn shame, what I gotta do just to make a dollar Living in this game, sometimes it makes me wanna holler No it ain't no sleeping over (8X, then fade |
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