KOOL G RAP

KOOL G RAP - Blowin' Up in the World

rate me

Back in the days was kinda crazy, kid I started out with nothin

Wasn't livin like Thanksgiving, I was turkey without the stuffin

Sometimes I sweared to God that I was headed for the poorhouse

Say mama caught the drama, she would bleed tryin to feed 4 mouths

Wasn't rockin Girbauds, I barely had clothes, and when it snowed

and temperatures droppin below zero, you know I froze

No CD's, a black and white TV, a seat is a rubber tire

with a hanger for the antenna, turned channels with some pliers

Had nothin in my cabinet, but cans of Raid

I'm knockin on my neighbor's door

to borrow a cup of sugar for my Kool-Aid

I wasn't freshly dipped, my gear was straight ripped, I'm trippin

cause my winter coat got lost buttons

and zippers that wouldn't stay zipped

I never remembered ?, the brother was straight fat cat

Not even a Big Mac black, I had Kid Castle topped with crackerjacks

Walkin the streets, with the weak sneaks on my feet

And the freaks wouldn't speak, I never had lipstick on my cheek

So much for gettin humped from the stunts, I always struck out

The one y'all likes is takin hikes if you can't pull a buck out

So now I gots to dedicate my next plate to all the homeboys and girls

Straight up baby, I'm blowin up in the world

Blowin up, blowin up in the world

Blowin up, blowin up in the world!

I'm blowin up the world, I gotta get mines, I gotta get mines

I gotsta get mines, youknowhatI'msayin? I'm blowin up in the world

Blowin up, blowin up in the world

Blowin up, blowin up in the world!

I'm blowin up the world, I gotta get mines, I gotta get mines

I gotsta get mines, yeah...

It seems like only yesterday, my moms was on my back

"Get your butt up out the sack and find a job or hit the road Jack"

Black, I don't disown her, I'm just a kid from Corona

with a G.E.D. diploma, with more ribs showin than Tony Rhoma's

In order to get straight, I gotsta to make a muscle

Learned to hustle and bustle and I gave the streets a tussle

Standin down on the corner slangin fat rocks to bottles

with the black tops, for cops got my shorty watchin my back Hobbes

Makin mad lucci, bought up Louis Vuitton gucci

Hoochies callin me boochi, while they smooch me, givin up the coochie

Now I'm a felon, started sellin and splittin melons

I started gellin, to tellin police just cause I was swellin

Hangin out on the corner playin cee-lo, rollin for half a kilo

Yo you'll never see G-low a-goin below

Yeah, straight gettin fortunate, as long as fees was torchin it

It started gettin hot around the block, the cops was scorchin it

But luckily I made out before the coppers could frisk me and diss me

cause business is drugs is gettin too risky

So now I just lamp, collect stamps, snatch up tramps diamonds and pearls

Straight up baby, I'm blowin up in the world

Blowin up, blowin up in the world

Blowin up, blowin up in the world!

I'm blowin up the world, I gotta get mines, I gotta get mines

I gotsta get mines, youknowhatI'msayin? I'm blowin up in the world

Blowin up, blowin up in the world

Blowin up, blowin up in the world!

I'm blowin up the world, I gotta get mines, I gotta get mines

I gotsta get mines, yeah...

I got put on by DJ Polo, cut the record, "It's a Demo"

and started chillin in limos with champagne and tinted windows

Hoppin, no time for pages, sportin gold chains and rings

Clockin money and fame, nothin changed, I'm still the same

Just spendin 20's and 10's at women pullin on my linen

and grinnin cause I was winnin in this game from the beginning

The lyrical skills was kinda ill, gave you a slight chill

So I just let the hype build, known for rappers run and go write wills

I turned from a hobo to a solo bozin for dolos

Stole my dough, you still below, now I perfer cigars and blow Mo'

So catch a flashback, of a G. Rap track, attacked, like a headcrack

that's smack, through your cap, with the lead black

And here's a new cut, for pooh-butt, rappers hangin from off my

two nuts like they was put there by members of the Ku Klux

So peep Kool G. Rap, don't sleep, money unless it's witcha girl

Straight up kid, I'm blowin up in the world

Blowin up, blowin up in the world

Blowin up, blowin up in the world!

I'm blowin up the world, I gotta get mines, I gotta get mines

I gotsta get mines, youknowhatI'msayin? I'm blowin up in the world

Blowin up, blowin up in the world

Blowin up, blowin up in the world!

I'm blowin up the world, I gotta get mines, I gotta get mines

I gotsta get mines, yeah...

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