He likes to eat hardy, party. Be like John Gotti, and drive a Maserati. Rough in the ghetto, but in jail he's Jello. Mellow, yellow fellow, tell or hell, hello. — Kool G Rap Copy Share Image
Not my lifestyle so I made a U-turn. More money I earn, more money to burn. Pushin all buttons, pullin all switches. My name… — Kool G Rap Copy Share Image
I play it Kool, gettin to tour just like a jazz player. Your record player ain't nothin without the funky rhyme sayer. — Kool G Rap Copy Share Image
In a small-time casino, the town's Al Pacino. For all of the girls, the pretty boy Valentino. I shot up stores and I kicked… — Kool G Rap Copy Share Image
I used to stand on the block sellin cooked up rock. Money bustin out my sock cos I really would clock. They were for… — Kool G Rap Copy Share Image
What I had was bad from my shoes to my pad. In the first time in my life loanin money to dad. Now the… — Kool G Rap Copy Share Image
So he fakes to be a man, but he can't stand. On his own two feet because now he's in a new land. Rules… — Kool G Rap Copy Share Image
Hear it when i get biz for K-Von, I'm pledgin, died, on 104 Northern Boulevard corona queens legend — Kool G Rap Copy Share Image
I still supplied, some people I knew died. Murders and homicides for bottles of suicide. Money, jewelry, livin like a star and I wasn't… — Kool G Rap Copy Share Image
My instrumentals ain't up for rental but come and try em and if you wanna buy em then. I supply em I got the… — Kool G Rap Copy Share Image
Yo, you don't think you're going under? I got a bullet with your name, your address, and your phone number. — Kool G Rap Copy Share Image
