Kool Keith - Master Of The Game Lyrics
* parts featuring roger are listed {in brackets}Yeah..{hes the master of the game!}From the south bronxIve been doin this{all the girls know his name}All the way from the northeast, to the westDown south, miami florida{hes 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 againHere we go, with a flow, get dealt with quickNow joe I know my rap style proLet em know, with the quickness, yall need to witnessStep to the side, yall mind yall businessExercise, like physical fitnessRide through, I glide throughBass pump to the trunks inside youWe move it quickly, rap styles swift bCadillac rollin, neck full gold andCrafty and nasty, cant put it past meStep with skills, better call your familyTurn adverse worse, climb in the first verseMove when I back it up, attack and I smack it upGirls connectin it, ultra legend andWhy yall rhymes soft, fruity affectionateI keep steppin and, boost my rep againSpeed up, go slow, you got the next thenDo the la bamba, turn to mexicanSwift to shift up, change the pitch upDj mix ups, your face get fixed upNuts get licked up, quickly, strictlyChorus: repeat 2x{hes the master of the game!} {the master}{all the girls know his name}{hes the master of the game!} {the master}{in the rappin hall of fame!}[kool keith]Im warnin, watch yo backpack mackYo crack lack facts I attacks yo waxSo fast you press up mess up step upThrough this when I do thisIm the smoothest when I groove it speedyTurn back yo, dont try to be greedyHouston, tex, out of new york cityGirls get pretty, go lickin them tittiesAstrofunk it revolve in the trunk andPartys live, might turn into somethinLet them know though, Im still pro doughCompanies what, wanna sign me soloIts keith you need, let your man try to readEase the bleed, shut up animal feedStep to keith, let you know what it be gCruiser shades, at the bar cant see meCrispy atoms, grab em, pat emSuckers dont know, how bad Im madamTurn and flex and servin necks andIndiana wrecks then fools wanna flex andYall wont know when I pull up in a lex andMastercards, with ceritified checks andBank bills, fly rims in the hillsYall get cups, get more refillsChorus[kool keith]Check your watch, now watch me partnerStart to welcome back kids like kotterMove your pants, while I rock a little harderHoes and foes, hit em all with blowsWatch girls work it, movin unopposedHip to flip, throw the thing to they lipWhen I dress, yes, put em all to the testRock a suede vest, pink jewels on my chestRappin, clappin, fingers start snappinWatch how you actin, Im rubbin on the backAnd mcs is slack and your groups sound wackWhered you turn b? nobody burn meStyle get complex, why you concerned b?Im your chalkboard, now you can learn meRound and round and big bass soundinDown south hustler, big bass poundinEast west, top down to the boneMotorola, on my cellular phoneChange the tone, get up out my zoneMovin next to you, rhyme will flex to youStop Im overdue, jumpin over youStatus gold, to the baddest broChorus{hes the master} {masterrr}{master} {kool keith}{hes the master} {masterrr}{master} {koooool keith, koooool keith, koooool keith}{kool keith!}
