Kool Keith - I Don't Play Lyrics

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I Don't Play

I Don't Play Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For I Don't Play By Kool Keith?
Yo yo yo
Worldwide worldwide Cool Keith in Bronx housing Ninety nine 2000 As we get biz yeah I'ma let you have it Let's do this Yo my life is clientele while pro people talk about me Cut empty pocket shark faces like electric sockets Sideburns with afro nasty pro throw like Rollo In Wells Fargo cashin' checks while you tryin to borrow My game is cut through plastic come, we can see through disco music, jazz loops, I ain't tryin' to be you Nineteen-ninety-nine, 2000 black, new design My head is on right Back up kid you wasn't born right Playin' center I block your wack raps like Bill Cartwright Pick up your rebounds, plastic soft production sounds All MC groups will be cartoons like Mother Goose No joke I bust back Kid for real, watch your buttcrack Entourages, movin' neighborhoods like Mr. Rogers Slam rhymes on concrete, mash em up in car garages Cadillac spin, open magazines, Vibe again You're jealous stare lickin', paws like you're Rin-Tin-Tin I'm back again, I stop your programs like Gentle Ben Yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah) [Chorus: x4] I'll be the man, watch your backpack, pen and pencil School today! Grown man, I don't play Back up the turnpike, watch Mad Max turn into you Get gassed at truckstops, leave diesel fuel, burnin' through you I come to boo you, best believe, I'm a damager Cancel shows, interviews, I don't need no manager Slash fan, half of y'all, think I'm the Elephant Man Look through my records analyze me like I'm Michael Jackson Collect my vinyl DJ moves spinnin' on my wax and groupies in line, camera flashes, I don't need the action Sweaty hotels, dumbbells, I'd rather shop in Modell's while y'all wear backpacks, with corny macks, rollin L's CD's get melted, ask your favorite rapper, how he felt it I turn on others, light up this, when I'm cookin' muffins That's on the grill, make your girlfriend buy my Ampex reels Pay for studio time, droppin' verse with dope words I'm on the real herb, pick up mics you got some nerve Rahway State Prison bring my projects in the music business That's if you with this, yo Craig, there will be no witness I'm comin' through with Bronx Crew, a black, boo-ba-babboon Tecs in my pockets make your feets dance, do the lockin' Yeah (yeah.. yeah.. yeah.. yeah..) [Chorus] Yo, what are you doin' lookin' in my closet? Why are you tryin' to try on my sneakers? Stop lookin' around in my kitchen That's right it's Honeycomb up there, raviolis Everything a regular man eats I'm not the Elephant Man, whassup? You don't scare me, I'm the man that bought your girl some hair Walk in giant arenas and stop your show at Madison Square With security, you can't call the Secret Service Got your roadie cases packed up, your bookin' agent nervous Backstage passes special units break your Fendi glasses Cancel your flights, Town Car, see me in the brown car Rip up your passport, I follow you through Kennedy airport Lock up the gates, town seize up, like Norman Bates Book Hotel Niko change my face up, in Puerto Rico Julio Gongado bumpin' beats, in a El Dorado I'm movin' swiftly, the game is fast, very quickly Greyhound bus tickets, I'll vick you for the whole season That's the reason I'll be easin', eatin' cheese and that's right kid, yeah (yeah.. yeah..) [Chorus] Yeah, that's right, watch your backpacks For the nine-nine to the 2000 From Bronx Housing Housing |
Who Wrote I Don't Play By Kool Keith?
Keith Thornton
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What's The Duration Of The I Don't Play By Kool Keith?The duration of I Don't Play is 5:05 minutes and seconds. |
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