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