Lyrics Ya Chic Chose Me - Kool G Rap

Ya Chic Chose Me

I’m like Sam Cooke, Otis Redding
I give your soul n' presence
The one that hold the weapons
The face with no expression
Enemies fold, we’re dressing
Roll with the loaded Wesson
Roc got sold to Def and
Niggas should roll with Geffen
Cookin' up O’s was pleasant
Show me the stove, I’m chef’in
Come with a cold impression
Homie your looks are so silly
I fucks with crooks and willy’s
Killa’s from Brook and Philly
Ready to jux and mili
We go an took G really
You straight pussy willow
Get ambushed fo' real-o
I’ll make your pussy widow
Give you a casket pillow
Man get done dealin with kilograms?
Ransom bill-o
Palms of the hands?
Blams a steal, yo
Put a man on chill mode
Shorties with fat asses, we feel those
Spill mo', iIl crib in the hills ho
Keys in the?
She feel the playa’s flava'
The shoes of suede and gator
I’m like the straightest razor
You just afraid to fade er'
She know I played with paper
And you can’t pay the waiter
I bet you raised n' made her
She just my lay for later
You feelin' anger, major
She let a stranger slay her
She all intoxicated
All on the cock, you hate it
You just too hot to state it
You need a shot to shake it
You in a lot an wait or need a pig lock to take it
But if you plot to blaze it
You know when shots get traded
You see my drops in favorites
Watch as rock invaded
My mans a beam of buckets, you see the team is gully
We hold the queen for?
Pockets with jeans is?
Back to your blazin'?
She a asian J-Lo
Angel face an Halo
Like a cage, a K-O
Got BJ’s and yayo
With a major payroll
Bout to raise n' lay low, you be OK though