Kool Keith

Kool Keith - I Don't Play lyrics

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Yo yo yo
 Worldwide  worldwide
 Kool Keith in Bronx housing
 Ninety nine  2000
 As we get biz  yeah
 I'ma let you have it
 Let's do this

 Yo  my life is clientele  while pro people talk about me
 Cut empty pocket  shark faces like electric sockets
 Sideburns with afro  nasty pro  throw like Rollo
 In Wells Fargo  cashin checks while you tryin to borrow
 My game is cut through  plastic come, we can see through
 disco music, jazz loops, I ain't tryin to be you
 Nineteen-ninety-nine, 2000 black, new design
 My head is on right
 Back up kid you wasn't born right
 Playin center I block your wack raps like Bill Cartwright
 Pick up your rebounds, plastic soft production sounds
 All MC groups will be cartoons like Mother Goose
 No joke I bust back
 Kid for real, watch your buttcrack
 Entourages, movin neighborhoods like Mr. Rogers
 Slam rhymes on concrete, mash em up in car garages
 Cadillac spin, open magazines, Vibe again
 You're jealous stare lickin, paws like you're Rin-Tin-Tin
 I'm back again, I stop your programs like Gentle Ben
 Yeah (yeah.. yeah.. yeah..)

 Chorus: Kool Keith (repeat 4X)

 I'll be the man, watch your backpack, pen and pencil
 School today! Grown man, I don't play

 [Kool Keith]
 Back up the turnpike, watch Mad Max turn into you
 Get gassed at truckstops, leave diesel fuel, burnin through you
 I come to boo you, best believe, I'm a damager
 Cancel shows, interviews, I don't need no manager
 Slash fan, half of y'all, think I'm the Elephant Man
 Look through my records analyze me like I'm Michael Jackson
 Collect my vinyl DJ moves spinnin on my wax and
 groupies in line, camera flashes, I don't need the action
 Sweaty hotels, dumbbells, I'd rather shop in Modell's
 while y'all wear backpacks, with corny macks, rollin L's
 CD's get melted, ask your favorite rapper, how he felt it
 I turn on others, light up this, when I'm cookin muffins
 That's on the grill, make your girlfriend buy my Ampex reels
 Pay for studio time, droppin verse with dope words
 I'm on the real herb, pick up mics you got some nerve
 Rahway State Prison bring my projects in the music business
 That's if you with this, yo Craig, there will be no witness
 I'm comin through with Bronx Crew, a black, boo-ba-babboon
 Tecs in my pockets make your feets dance, do the lockin
 Yeah (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 kitchen
 That's right it's Honeycomb up there, raviolis
 Everything a regular man eats
 I'm not the Elephant Man, whassup?

 You don't scare me, I'm the man that bought your girl some hair
 Walk in giant arenas and stop your show at Madison Square
 With security, you can't call the Secret Service
 Got your roadie cases packed up, your bookin agent nervous
 Backstage passes special units break your Fendi glasses
 Cancel your flights, Town Car, see me in the brown car
 Rip up your passport, I follow you through Kennedy airport
 Lock up the gates, town seize up, like Norman Bates
 Book Hotel Niko change my face up, in Puerto Rico
 Julio Gongado bumpin beats, in a El Dorado
 I'm movin swiftly, the game is fast, very quickly
 Greyhound bus tickets, I'll vick you for the whole season
 That's the reason I'll be easin, eatin cheese and
 that's right kid, yeah (yeah.. yeah..)

 Chorus

 Yeah, that's right, watch your backpacks
 For the nine-nine to the 2000
 From Bronx Housing
 Housing
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Ruffhouse Records LP

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Released in: 1999

Language: English

Appearing on: Black Elvis / Lost in Space (1999)

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