Kool A.D. - Hot Tub Rhyme Machine lyrics

So like I had to put myself in this zone Where I was standing like a guy and I was like imagining that I had a penis And I was like, you know, in a hot top surrounded by, like, b**hes and Kool A.D. best rapper in the world [?] crypto-chronic, La da day, heh Gamed out, all of ya'll lamed out, famed out In a Range getting brained out Fifty thousand dollars all up on my chain Man, my chain tough, heh New sh** ya'll messin' with the same stuff Yea, the same stuff I'm on the new sh** Yea, baby! Ey, dawgone hella' rich Sittin' in a hot tub with your b**h And I ain't never snitch Fez-a** man, yea I ain't never pitch Heh, I'm so foogazy Wear a white b**h with me call that hoe Kim Basinger Look at all my raps, 222,000 tracks Get a calculator, do the math That's 222,000 racks, heh Two houses, two house cats, two dogs, I like to earn like a true god Jeans, True Religion Just a euphemism for a new religion I'm still good, I truly kick it I livin' I'm really wizardly Limerick, idiot speak, kicker You a dick licker I'm in a Range and I'm speaking a Spanglish Eatin' hoho's with the dames that you hang with I think things in my brain, then say sh** Then I get wasted and spend all my paychecks Gaze into the effortless wastelands created on ba**-lines and brakes of irrelevant nature Gone off a' half-a quail egg and a venison chaser Rock like a elegant blazer Laced up, heh, aces in my radio spaces all caked up The game laker Aim at your brain and go bang, mang, the slang Ceasar My ballad's a salad Healthy with the leafy green vitamins Your wifey slidin' on the pole like a fireman, pause Yo, I'm higher than Nas was when he was like "bro I'm a gun, dude" Mulatto Franz Kafka, come through Everything I do becomes true King me, I sun you, Sun Tzu All up in the booth but he [?] Self-evident truths, you know I hold 'em Texas, shout to Fat Tony Hey what up Brody, ey what up Woty Got a A-rab lawyer named Jody High rollin' Too rich for your blood try foldin', sick Two chicks, one cup, kid I'm nasty Dog to a pup, you a La**ie You a duck, you a quack, B Yea, I don't give a f** if you ask me I'm buck with the blast V Shout out to Spa**y [?] I'm max, I'm scholastic's d**h I'm half deck short of a full one Maybe I might even might f** around and, like, sorta, um, pull guns Out at your mom's crib, wave 'em around till your mom's like "son, I think you're friends with the wrong kids" Mom check the [?] Plus atomically my anomics I mean my economics Yo my Freakanomics is Marxist, philosophically Yo I k** em with the sophisistry What? Yo, still I keep my politics on top of me like poppy seeds A topical bagel I'm in the regal Yo, I'm feelin like a young Danny Brown, sippin on f*go Flippin through Hegel Come through, Kool with the Kangol See me out in Spain in a K-hole Clutch yaper man, yo I strangle the Peso I'm on the plane with your main ho Quick chain Apache spit flames at your stagecoach p**y wet Yo I'm Rick James in a raincoat Zip, bang The thing got her dancin' like she reppin' the Crip game Toes curled up like footwork Sippin' my dick like a soda in the kitchen Said my pipe be that crack like a cook work Step on her neck till my foot hurt You mad, you look hurt Yo you talkin about your pimpin' right here man, pimpin' is hard, you know what I'm talkin' bout? Yea, man, yea you n***as got the ABCs but you n***as need to really get the XYZs, you know what I'm talking about? Yea man, you gonna get mother f**ing sh** separated, so you n***as can separate the live from the jive, you know what I mean? That's what you n***as need, an automatic sh** separator Cut that bullsh** out you know what I'm saying Been born into this sh** The trigger don't Talkin bout they prostitutes You got hobos Come to set the record straight Educations Greatest test American pimp n***a Got a t-shirt Ya'll tryin to wear this pimpin like a t-shirt Bullsh** we gon' piull you up in the air Cotton Get some real You can't be trickin Check the hoe If you gone You know what I'm talking about W-w-w-w-w-w Maybe you can call your dad Here's a quarter man, trust that I'm good for it, hah Old school like a payphone Fool I drop j**els like Beethoven The best ever, heh Kool AD is a very good man and he's very good at rappin' Heh, when the Remy's in my system Ain't no tellin' will I f** 'em will I diss 'em? That's what they be yellin', I'm a pimp by blood, not relation Ya'll be chasin' I'll replace then, huh? Stop it like [?] [?] [?], Jason All [?] Saw yay this one time I figured I'd rap about it Pimpin' is a fact I'm a mack about it Dance about architecture Sharkin' at the art with the sharpest lectures Wrote some, uh, fire bars on my phone and then it died and I lost 'em But yo trust me they were totally awesome Yea, I'm feeling like Malcolm, Einstein, Nelson Mandela with the mandala raps dawg halla back Used to sell multiple pounds of marijuana, black, weekly, heh Now I just read Black Weekly and smoke Black and Milds while listenin' to Sweetly by Black Sabbath followed by Black Magic Woman by Santana followed by You Ought to Know by Santana followed by Welcome to At-lanta Then I sip a Fanta, take a nap, I go bananas in the trap Ey yo, hey you, club look like Cuban Bruce Springsteen He only Tex-Mex and Wingding He got a couple cousins in Sing-Sing But one is a guard in the east wing He got a couple Beemers and a Lexus or two that he leasing A big-booty wife with some bee-stings that think she's Brazilian Plus he got a fly side-chick named Lillian Yea, I'm blowin' vermilion haze as I gaze at the ceiling man Oh, what a beautiful feeling man Lean got my head spinnin' just like a feeling, fam I mean like a ceiling fan, whoo, ha Made a couple G's last week that was strictly off dealin' Xan I'm sippin' a Reisling up in the Sebring pop in a Steely Dan CD and proceed to get B.Z While I'm too turn I smoke till you burn, get it I smoke weed until you're high? What up dudes I sell crack. rock c**aine dawg, I sell that I sell dope, I slang weed, I shoot guns, I move pot, I k** fools, I sniff coke, I whip dope, I got a cold whip and my whip dope, I got a cold chain and I'm so ill, I got a cold mil, I'm so trill, black cat bone, I'm so high, smoke hella weed I'm so wet, you bone dry, yea I drive hella 'rarris and Benz, though See me in the Beemer and I'm high offa benzos, Heem hella pizzas [?], run up in your house spray your kin folk b**h I got a ten hoes, b**h I ten twick, I mean ten bricks, heh, and I split ten twigs, that's some new sh**, you ain't even on that Yo I'm on raps, heh, yo, don't watch me, watch yourself b**h I bring the peace like I'm Ghandi, I'm selfless Roll up all me weed I'm up like twelve spliffs Yo, yo, posse with twelve, twelve shellfish [?] Duveaux on the system All of yo b**hes I kiss them Ey, yo, plus f** the system, they got hella African men locked in prison Judges like pancakes up in the hood man See how I flip them Central bookin', yea we caught in the pigpen Ridin dirty like Pigpen, I'm Charlie Brown Party up dude, party down Ya'll gas like balloons with the party clowns Feelin' so groovy, it's a movie, it's gnarly, wow I'm handin' out fliers for my show at The Starry Plough Freestylin' in front of La Pena, shout' out to the homie Keith's mom she from like Kenya Yo this song is hella pretty like Enya f** a line I hit you with the iron and end ya Like the mind's ascend ya Then I might go on Facebook and friend ya Yo, why did Bush knock down those towers like Jenga? Kool AD the black Power Ranger p**y A-rab have the dead [?] like the stranger Kool AD Jesus I was born in a manger Tommy in my mother f**in' boy it's my middle name, like "Danger" Scorpio rising man, big shouts out to [?]