Kool Keith - I Don't Play Lyrics
[kool keith]Yo yo yoWorldwide, worldwideKool keith in bronx housingNinety-nine, 2000As we get biz, yeahIma let you have itLets do thisYo, my life is clientele, while pro people talk about meCut empty pocket, shark faces like electric socketsSideburns with afro, nasty pro, throw like rolloIn wells fargo, cashin checks while you tryin to borrowMy game is cut through, plastic come, we can see throughDisco music, jazz loops, I aint tryin to be youNineteen-ninety-nine, 2000 black, new designMy head is on rightBack up kid you wasnt born rightPlayin center I block your wack raps like bill cartwrightPick up your rebounds, plastic soft production soundsAll mc groups will be cartoons like mother gooseNo joke I bust backKid for real, watch your buttcrackEntourages, movin neighborhoods like mr. rogersSlam rhymes on concrete, mash em up in car garagesCadillac spin, open magazines, vibe againYoure jealous stare lickin, paws like youre rin-tin-tinIm back again, I stop your programs like gentle benYeah (yeah.. yeah.. yeah..)Chorus: kool keith (repeat 4x)Ill be the man, watch your backpack, pen and pencilSchool today! grown man, I dont play[kool keith]Back up the turnpike, watch mad max turn into youGet gassed at truckstops, leave diesel fuel, burnin through youI come to boo you, best believe, Im a damagerCancel shows, interviews, I dont need no managerSlash fan, half of yall, think Im the elephant manLook through my records analyze me like Im michael jacksonCollect my vinyl dj moves spinnin on my wax andGroupies in line, camera flashes, I dont need the actionSweaty hotels, dumbbells, Id rather shop in modellsWhile yall wear backpacks, with corny macks, rollin lsCds get melted, ask your favorite rapper, how he felt itI turn on others, light up this, when Im cookin muffinsThats on the grill, make your girlfriend buy my ampex reelsPay for studio time, droppin verse with dope wordsIm on the real herb, pick up mics you got some nerveRahway state prison bring my projects in the music businessThats if you with this, yo craig, there will be no witnessIm comin through with bronx crew, a black, boo-ba-babboonTecs in my pockets make your feets dance, do the lockinYeah (yeah.. yeah.. yeah.. yeah..)Chorus[kool keith]Yo, what are you doin lookin in my closet?Why are you tryin to try on my sneakers?Stop lookin around in my kitchenThats right its honeycomb up there, raviolisEverything a regular man eatsIm not the elephant man, whassup?You dont scare me, Im the man that bought your girl some hairWalk in giant arenas and stop your show at madison squareWith security, you cant call the secret serviceGot your roadie cases packed up, your bookin agent nervousBackstage passes special units break your fendi glassesCancel your flights, town car, see me in the brown carRip up your passport, I follow you through kennedy airportLock up the gates, town seize up, like norman batesBook hotel niko change my face up, in puerto ricoJulio gongado bumpin beats, in a el doradoIm movin swiftly, the game is fast, very quicklyGreyhound bus tickets, Ill vick you for the whole seasonThats the reason Ill be easin, eatin cheese andThats right kid, yeah (yeah.. yeah..)ChorusYeah, thats right, watch your backpacksFor the nine-nine to the 2000From bronx housingHousing..
