Текст песни Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo - Wanted: Dead or Alive
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I`m bad to the bone, with a style like Al CaponeI`ma smile while I give you the dial toneEatin shrimp and girls I be pimpinWalk like I`m limpin, this brother ain`t simpinNot to mention, I`m winner of Mack Daddy conventionsI get a lot of attentionSleepin in sheets that`s made of satinwith one of my money makin honies, she`s mixed Spanish and LatinShe`s a fly type of swingerTwenty carats on her fingers, minks on every coat hangerIn a highrise, made for only fly guysWith a size that attracts the ladies eyesKeepin the stash and the cashflowProfile`s kept low, more dough than Barry ManilowFly cars, I got diamonds in jelly jarsTo earn respect, collectin bar fight scarsSlick talkin with a chick when I`m walkinMidnight stalkin, all the suckers be hawkinAnd I max while you be waxin your CadillacsSmooth as a fax, but I can cut you like an axeBig spender, cause I`m a winner like Bruce JennerI burn all beginners and let em simmer like a TV dinnerOn the phone cause I`m hard like stoneHoldin my own, cause I`m bad to the boneI`m gettin cash and, ladies receive my passionParties I`m crashin with a flashy type of actionOn stage, I kick outrageousAnd I enslave the bravest, more diamonds than Sammy DavisI`m more dramatic than _Dallas_ isMore pretty than a palace is, hands no callousesGive me a clever girl and I`ll outfox herThe man that rocks her in pure silk boxersSo what you want honey a chump or a champ?Visa or food stamps, Latins or lamps?I run the game like SegaGo to war like Noreaga, hit like SchawrzaneggarExcitin when I`m fightin I`m frighteninStick chicks slick in quick like greased lightningLadies I`ll love you all tomorrow like AnnieAnd I bet you`ll all leave with wet pantiesCause I can make a eighty yard dash come back fastWrap rappers all up in the back, like a jackassPolice wanna harass meCause I got all the material that has me lookin jazzyThe MC patrollerPockets so fat, I flat em down with a dough rollerDead zone when I strike the microphoneG. Rap`s known, cause I`m bad to the boneI never needed a helpin handinI`m outstandin, type of guy, girls never abandonAnd when I`m rollin with force, three across your bellyKnockin suckers out the box like I`m playin skellyCause I pull out the .45 if you offend meAnd leave the barrel of it smokin like a chimneyRhymes are dynamic, voice is titanicGigantic, suckers get frantic and then panicA smooth talker, cause I`m a Queens New YorkerMy rhymes bring more Good Times than Jimmie WalkerA bumrusher, cause I`m a crusher of hardrocksWhen I turn thirty, I`ll still be dirty as Redd FoxxTry to cope, what I wrote, get a sore throatMy lyrical notes float like sailboatsI keep it steady for the petty sucker rappers I`ll be readyI got more bodies than Frank NettiBattles I win em cause I send em to hell when I begin emBecause I put it in em like a venomDiscover the toughest rap brother you ever seenNot a fairy, but milky like the Dairy QueenMovin around like a smooth choreographerPosin my hoes in all clothes for the photographerOn video, show I makin your girlfriend moanCause I`m bad to the bone