Текст песни Kool Keith - Extravagant Traveler
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Kool KeithCheckin out of the Venetian HotelThat`s right, flight to AfricaMasterchargeYeah..Chorus: Kool KeithExtravagant traveler, Puerto Rico out to Africa (4X)[Kool Keith]MC`s is wack, I`m lookin at the Robb ReportEighty-thousand-sixty-two BentleyOwner of the Houston Astrodome, Don King represent me(?) bus with gold trim and you can`t act up frontin on your lemonLegend status with keys to the MGM GrandGot your wife and kids holdin my poster, grabbin my handAll I hear is a bunch of wack primetime MC`s sayinI hate him cause he`s greatHe`s on all the billboard and the highwayFace is on soup cans and milk cratesResteraunts with movie theaters in `emContinental airlanes, planes we buyin off the lotwhile y`all rent `emExcursion flights with Bill ClintonTakin fine girls out to Washington to get they extensionsUsin my TV phone I see girls in they thongsfantasizin while they home alonePack my bags - I need room serviceChorus[Kool Keith]Cause my face is in the newspaper every weekPronounce words right - ask Jesse Jackson how I speakSign my autographs for Jagged Edge and Sisqo on 125th StreetRed carpet on the sidewalkI gotta step on it before I talkPart investor of the Utah Jazz, I`m the real king of New YorkLondon cashmere, walkin around with Guiliani regular football shirtTailors grab my Armani, maids cook dinnerSauteed fish and shrimpDallas Mavericks want me as a baldheaded five-eight guardwith a ninety-five inch vertical, Vince Carter respect my legsAsk Shawn Kemp; (?) and the NBA commissionertakin pictures of me in front of Nell`sSpecial election day got chocolate girls with flowers dresses onYou would swear they Naomi Campbell and Nia Long from section 8Yes, I guessChorus[Kool Keith]Bustin no freestyles, lookin at you in the back of the carRappin for twenty milesI`m sittin in the back of the limo with the fly brim-oMe in a black Cadillac, Elliot NessSendin rappers with doo-rags an S.O.S.You wanna rap big man? Take Mickey Mouse off your chestI let you wear your vest; plaid shirts or stripesis that the way your stylist make you dress?She should be sued for thatContract renewed for thatAnd on stage, you should be booed for thatI`ma tap you in the back and let everybody know they wackYo SkyCab hand me my platinum suitcasesChorus