Kool Keith - Still The Best Lyrics
[kool keith]YeahAmerican and european, national championKool keith, you know who I amThe master man, willie biggs, big statusDroppin nine-six and seven, big statusSkill.. lotto winnersI taught new york city, the five boroughs how to rapYou can take that back, and pull them thongs our your rectum crackIm +poppa large+, big daddy, big penis in a caddyRetro petrol, I run that whole metro-politan area,Burnin ya, the style is scarin yaYou dont know, and half of yall brothers cant flowIm texas swift, down south, they call me frankie joeKeep pushin rigs, mack trucks, drop off your girls wigsIm strictly business, no gimmicks, a rhymin expertNo common style, or wack logo, cheap hip-hop shirtYou best to be prepared, paperclips, on your mouthI rock virginia, tag atlanta, 95 southThen hit miami, let the girls feel my stiff jammyIm national kid, girls like the way I dressChorus: kool keith (repeat 2x)Im still the best, Im still the best, east to westJoe kingpin, big stack, money willie biggs[kool keith]Superfly get back, your whole group is +freddies dead+Rap style pee stain, like yellow spots on your bedIm jay gloom, on the strets, still walkin doo dooYou cant stop me, step off, now let your girl jock meI ride a bus and tail just like a kawasakiMotorcycles with big gloves, Im here to damage yaPolitical style flop, your child play is amateurYo take that word, I rip your anus, youse a herbI get in rectum, zoom focus on your whole roomWear green capes and walk in clubs like Im dr. dooomHandblock double switch monkey style, flying horsemenCrab leg, walk on top of rappers, then I cross menI be the silver surfer, glidin with a fly leatherWig, gold chains, my glasses fog in the rainy weatherWe do this like brutus, I make you say, who dis?The man on the mics right, cover your styles tonightI do my duty destruct, take skin off your bootyMasquerade man is ill, keith spinnin reel to reelWho play the number tonight? I put six on a fiveShoulda combinated, go ahead babyChorus 2xBig willie, big willieBig willie-heyyyeah-heyyyBig willie, big willieBig willie heiyyyyyy[kool keith]Youre not competition, no joke, I know your kinfolksThat sloppy gotti style just a bowl of wheat oatsNo matter how mean or point blank hard you lookI cover my eye, retarded bugged like Im captain hookLike vincent price, Im nice, I bake and coke you twiceYour crew is rat turd, your parakeet flow is birdAt my night show lick my pubic hair, tell me wordIm basic nasty, with tight moves, smart like lassieClassical winner bass, pumpin while your sound is thinnerI kick back, with drawers off, invite your girl to dinnerGet sexy raw, the champagne pours even moreNo forcefield, I rhyme erotic, feel myself on tourIm so delicate, countin cash, too intelligentYeah, I bought the dream bookGon play what I got to play tomorrowDo this right, yeahChorus 2xBest, east to westBest, east to west, big willliehaeyyyBest, east to westBest, east to west, hooo hoo ho hooooBest, east to westBest, east to west, heyyyy heyy, heyyy heyy, heyyy heyyaheahhh
