Kool G Rap & DJ Polo - Talk Like Sex Lyrics
I'm bad to the bonewith a style like Al CaponeI'ma smile while I give you the dial toneEatin shrimp and girls I be pimpinWalk like I'm limpinthis brother ain't simpinNot to mentionI'm winner of Mack Daddy conventionsI get a lot of attentionSleepin in sheets that's made of satinwith one of my money makin honiesshe's mixed Spanish and LatinShe's a fly type of swingerTwenty carats on her fingers, minks on every coat hangerIn a highrise, made for only fly guysWith a size that attracts the ladies eyesKeepin the stash and the cashflowProfile's kept low, more dough than Barry ManilowFly cars, I got diamonds in jelly jarsTo earn respect, collectin bar fight scarsSlick talkin with a chick when I'm walkinMidnight stalkin, all the suckers be hawkinAnd I max while you be waxin your CadillacsSmooth as a fax, but I can cut you like an axeBig spender, cause I'm a winner like Bruce JennerI burn all beginners and let em simmer like a TV dinnerOn the phone cause I'm hard like stoneHoldin my own, cause I'm bad to the boneI'm gettin cash and, ladies receive my passionParties I'm crashin with a flashy type of actionOn stage, I kick outrageousAnd I enslave the bravest, more diamonds than Sammy DavisI'm more dramatic than _Dallas_ isMore pretty than a palace is, hands no callousesGive me a clever girl and I'll outfox herThe man that rocks her in pure silk boxersSo what you want honey a chump or a champ?Visa or food stamps, Latins or lamps?I run the game like SegaGo to war like Noreaga, hit like SchawrzaneggarExcitin when I'm fightin I'm frighteninStick chicks slick in quick like greased lightningLadies I'll love you all tomorrow like AnnieAnd I bet you'll all leave with wet pantiesCause I can make a eighty yard dash come back fastWrap rappers all up in the back, like a jackassPolice wanna harass meCause I got all the material that has me lookin jazzyThe MC patrollerPockets so fat, I flat em down with a dough rollerDead zone when I strike the microphoneG. Rap's known, cause I'm bad to the boneI never needed a helpin handinI'm outstandin, type of guy, girls never abandonAnd when I'm rollin with force, three across your bellyKnockin suckers out the box like I'm playin skellyCause I pull out the .45 if you offend meAnd leave the barrel of it smokin like a chimneyRhymes are dynamic, voice is titanicGigantic, suckers get frantic and then panicA smooth talker, cause I'm a Queens New YorkerMy rhymes bring more Good Times than Jimmie WalkerA bumrusher, cause I'm a crusher of hardrocksWhen I turn thirty, I'll still be dirty as Redd FoxxTry to cope, what I wrote, get a sore throatMy lyrical notes float like sailboatsI keep it steady for the petty sucker rappers I'll be readyI got more bodies than Frank NettiBattles I win em cause I send em to hell when I begin emBecause I put it in em like a venomDiscover the toughest rap brother you ever seenNot a fairy, but milky like the Dairy QueenMovin around like a smooth choreographerPosin my hoes in all clothes for the photographerOn video, show I makin your girlfriend moanCause I'm bad to the bone
