Kool G. Rap! Kool G. Rap!
Kool G. Rap! Kool G. Rap!
Kool G. Rap! Kool G. Rap!
Kool G. Rap! Kool G. Rap!

I spit a lot of gangsta shit, but, you know
I like to refer to it more as just reality rap, you know what I'm sayin'?
And if you ask me how long is that gonna stay around, that's always gonna be around

Y'all gon' feel me on this one
Aight, real, real rap
Fuck is the deal, man?

It's game over, raw coke on the mirror by the thing sober
Two dames on my shoulders, they hanging over, they training yoga
Sexin' them crazy, I'm sinking colas, I'm yanking molars
Like I'm supposed to, my man's soul just swangin' his toasters
Nigga heart cold as a polar bear's, bang from the Rover
Three-leaf clovers if you ever thought my reign was over
The pipe came, I have him flying with a stinking odor
We light the things on the Viking range with baking soda
I push a button on your life like it's a game controller
Mahogany bed with a mommy on the spread
I'm a monster nigga, turned into a zombie for this bread
Don't think I'm claiming I'm banging cause their Mazi's bloody red
The sawed-off double-barrel filled up with double lead
Fuck blowing your head off, I'll blow your body from your head

It's the return of a don
Got nothing but dick for the world
A kiss for mixing me wrong
It's the return of a don
Homie, a rink is nothing
If he pink as something, thanks for nothing
It's the return of a don
Go in and tell every slanger, banger, that holds pimps
Tricks are charms
It's the return of a don
And he about to get dirty
The handles is pearly, I'm going in early, I mean it