Ya Chic Chose Me - Kool G Rap

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