Kool Keith - Maxi Curls Lyrics
Chorus: kool keithI see maxi curls (yeah! ...)Players, activatorI see maxi curls (yeah! ...)Remote control alligators[kool keith]I got skill, youre on my tip, now back offSlack off, let me do this, and yall turn the wack offThe radio stereo here we go, flow and blowPuerto rico, southside, latin, youre feed patternBlack people mingle, white people, buy my singleBingo bangle, let go my steel eggoThrowin rhymes in spirals like joe kleckoMiami dolphin, now shut up, close your mouth andYou be hatin debatin, regurgitatinRatin latent, and perpetratinMy albums love mics, tough like dirt bikesYou get frantic, new york city, run and panicCalifornia, I switch up, boogie on yaLike don cornelius, on soulllllllllll train!And heads I clip off, in rap leave a bloodstainA bigger pain, you would need novacaineBite off rakim, you copy big daddy kaneYou know my steelo, I rhyme against a million peopleWho think they equal, disguisin as jamaican peopleFakin, funkin, youre pedigree, your beat is sunk inTonka toy of little boy, steppin down to royIm no joke, I rap for cash and youre buyin a coatBronx bomber, superb on the freak mommaStinkin movin, my whole crew is comin throughYeah..Chorus[kool keith]Bout it bout it, like master p, makin money gNo time for promos, get paid when I mcYou know my feeling, Im dealing, with tracks so real andRadio blackout, your format, is not appealinR&b can step up, but cant compare to meYou oughta know -- how, i, feelThats wack, with bookbags, packed on your backVideo bop, my skin is black betProgram your channels, your grandkids wanna see meFreakin status, freakin styles, freakin flowsFreakin foes, freakin lyrics, freakin spiritsI make a def person hear itDuplicate you demonstrate, what I used to makeRemakes I watch, your crewll imitateMotivate still skills to pay billsCreative sauce, watch out, Im your bossOn panasonic like steve, style bionicYou get to workin, your head bop, you not jerkinYou be out lurkin for danger, in my rangerYou think Im bugged man? with catwoman, like a strangerPacked with speed, supersonic level reedSteelo jets and bill blass like rocketsIn your pockets, damagin your brain socketsYeahhhhh?Chorus[kool keith]Like mobile, settin up shop in alabamaFor proper grammar, my style arm & hammerStrong computer, underground like roto rooterFools critics they mimic, copy, sloppyMcs get hurt, you blockhead, try to stop meDigital thinkin, youre blinkin, career sinkinOld like mod squad, you rap like lincolnSideburns turned, you catchin ringwormA heavy virus, worser than, hepatitisSchizophrenic like ten people out the clinicYankee stadium uptown, you cant win the pennantI do construction, you pack up your whole productionYour lips are ready, your girl has a nice suctionPack her bags pack her bags pack her bags rightPack her bags pack her bags pack her bags leftYour style is a, b, c-dE-f, g-h, i-j-k, l-m-n-o-p, q-r-sDont test, I taught you how to get your dealsYou put my style on your reelsYou went uptown, claimin my soundGet back, stay downChorus 2x[kool keith]Maxi curl, activatorBrought to you by, kool keith
