| Lyrics: | Kool Keith]
Yeah
American and European national champion
Kool Keith you
know who I am
The master man Willie Biggs big status
Droppin nine six and seven
big status
Skill.. lotto winners
I taught New York City the five boroughs
how to rap
You can take that back and pull them thongs our your rectum crack
I'm
+Poppa Large+ big daddy big penis in a Caddy
Retro petrol I run that whole metro politan
area,
burnin ya, the style is scarin ya
You don't know, and half of y'all brothers
can't flow
I'm Texas Swift, down South, they call me Frankie Joe
Keep pushin rigs,
Mack trucks, drop off your girl's wigs
I'm strictly business, no gimmicks, a rhymin expert
No common style, or wack logo, cheap hip-hop shirt
You best to be prepared,
paperclips, on your mouth
I rock Virginia, tag Atlanta, 95 South
Then hit Miami, let
the girls feel my stiff jammy
I'm national kid, girls like the way I dress
Chorus: Kool Keith (repeat 2X)
I'm still the best, I'm still the best, East to West
Joe Kingpin, big stack, money Willie Biggs
[Kool Keith]
Superfly get
back, your whole group is +Freddie's Dead+
Rap style pee stain, like yellow spots on your
bed
I'm Jay Gloom, on the strets, still walkin doo doo
You can't stop me, step off,
now let your girl jock me
I ride a bus and tail just like a Kawasaki
motorcycles
with big gloves, I'm here to damage ya
Political style flop, your child play is amateur
Yo take that word, I rip your anus, youse a herb
I get in rectum, zoom focus on your
whole room
Wear green capes and walk in clubs like I'm Dr. Dooom
Handblock double
switch monkey style, flying horsemen
Crab leg, walk on top of rappers, then I cross men
I be the Silver Surfer, glidin with a fly leather
Wig, gold chains, my glasses fog in
the rainy weather
We do this like Brutus, I make you say, "Who dis?"
The man on the
mic's right, cover your styles tonight
I do my duty destruct, take skin off your booty
Masquerade man is ill, Keith spinnin reel to reel
Who play the number tonight? I put
six on a five
Shoulda combinated, go ahead baby
Chorus 2X
Big Willie, Big Willie
Big Willie-heyyyeah-heyyy
Big Willie, Big Willie
Big
Willie heiyyyyyy
[Kool Keith]
You're not competition, no joke, I know your
kinfolks
That sloppy Gotti style just a bowl of Wheat Oats
No matter how mean or
point blank hard you look
I cover my eye, retarded bugged like I'm Captain Hook
Like
Vincent Price, I'm nice, I bake and coke you twice
Your crew is rat turd, your parakeet flow
is bird
At my night show lick my pubic hair, tell me word
I'm basic nasty, with
tight moves, smart like Lassie
Classical winner bass, pumpin while your sound is thinner
I kick back, with drawers off, invite your girl to dinner
Get sexy raw, the champagne
pours even more
No forcefield, I rhyme erotic, feel myself on tour
I'm so delicate,
countin cash, too intelligent
Yeah, I bought the dream book
Gon' play what I got to
play tomorrow
Do this right, yeah
Chorus 2X
Best, East to
West
Best, East to West, Big Willliehaeyyy
Best, East to West
Best, East to
West, hooo hoo ho hoooo
Best, East to West
Best, East to West, heyyyy heyy, heyyy
heyy, heyyy heyyaheahhh |
