Kool Keith

Kool Keith - Seattle Tacoma lyrics

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[Kool Keith:] 

Yeah 

Tacoma Seattle police 

Had to come get my bags right in front of Hooters 

The whole restaurant watchin 

But I'm here 

I will find my prey 

International, or domestic 



The underground is on level E 

Most rappers rap on level B 

That's considered G.O. proposition 

Freestyle competition 

You win a Volkswagen on MTV hosted by D.D. 

Diamonds spilled around the bars, Parve on the Magnum 

Pee-pee the request by NBC 

The cheese caviar for the dancers, the high-end romancers 

Turn off their tracks 

Octapawn is gone, 39.99 

Motel on the highway, the "Thong Song" 

with Christinie drinkin a martini 

You say it's that Millie crochet'n with the yarn 

The false don, and a herb, that's right 

I'm Agron, a.k.a. The Fonz 

Bounce with gator sneaks, handsome good C-notes, the bomb 

And vogue 'em out, take 'em to dinner like Don 

Shawn know who I am, serve me Grey Poupon 

Flavor extra-bration 

Mess around you catch a laceration 

The voodoo come Hatian the top which he popped maker 

You the lagoon faker, I might sign again with a major 

Panties gotta be sweet, they can't come in fishy flavors 

Everybody's gettin big 

Mom give me more potatoes 

Jump out and train at the gym with an El Ness brim 

In the Phantom with the original fantastic Orangemen on my side 

that look like rocks, chicks say he's with Ben Grimm 

Ex porn star 

Three bottles on ice, look fox he got the rocks 

See with the cinnamon, salmon cakes relaxed 

I cook on top of your cassette tapes 

With Denny's chocolate 

I'll force you off the highway for two spicy chicken tins 

And two milkshakes 

Amino acids can't cover your lip then milk weights 

Six pounds, I'll face your anorexia Hollywood phony legs 

You better buy Tony's legs 

I'm out to bang, two hammers in your Dell 

Find you upsidedown in China like David Sucko in a Honda XL 

Non-stable crab lice 

Get your face changed, movin in different hotels 

I guarantee liars'll see "Fright Night" 

You cats cover your calves 

Comin around with dogs, the gun'll bite
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