A.G. - El Dorado lyrics

[Verse 1: Kool Keith] Monuments or continents I've never been on Who thought our career was ever this long We came in strong, your reign is a shower Go against the storm and you gone Call me Ernie Bonds with a mic Pica**o with a melody, with a felony 'Cause my streets is nothing like Sesame Raw like The Wire, minus all the pleasantry You're sitting on the throne with three legs Got n***as in the state, got n***as in the feds Got n***as that's dead and the ones that's alive It ain't no surprise, got demons in their head I dance in France, leave them in a trance Tell I'm a B-Boy in my B-Boy stance Red apples and everything's berry And ain't sh** changed, party-arty in my veins Call me Air France, been high since the plane Fly since the days of running 'em, Keith'n 'em Christen 'em, teaching 'em And my heart is on the block, that's the place that I'm speaking from [Verse 2: A.G.] I'm 8-Tre Jones, I'll put out the payphones [?] wearing the unseen alligator vests I'll lay alligators to rest, I lean with the El Dorado I got the chick shaving the hair off my balls in Chicago Maximillion, ask the kings about the Don The kufi on the 5 Percenter Sitting in the back of the GMC limo, they call me Hasan My neighbors cooking that Italian pastram' My boss Cici's a [?] a brand-new arm From Guam, rappers keep hair growing in their palms Allah on the rug, y'all pray to ride a dong You see my spot in the forehead That makes me explode my self with bombs Supreme uniquely, supreme and sheikhly They call me the Iron Speakly That's right, you see me in the LA Weekly Captain Shock-A-Lot with a bad b**h from the projects spitting on my co*k