Kool G Rap - Whar lyrics

[Kool G. Rap] You ain't sayin' nothing slick to a can of oil Tell your man to tell his man that his man's a girl I holds weight, ya'll n***as skinny like Olive Oil We throws atleast half a ki' in the pot to boil Royal n***as, rags to riches Because your boy breaks b**hes like gla**es, dishes Burn money like I put it in some gra** and spliffed it If I don't get my man that's pa**ed, it's not misses Female donkeys, ya'll n***as a** and dickless Hard white rap, just some foil like chiclets Never had a wife, you better settle for the mistress The truth like Al Capone dying for the syphlis Cross me, you name flying on the hit list Ya'll n***as buck, won't even pop a clutch on the gear shift That ain't the hard pose, n***a, you just scared stiff I'm on my grizzly, you might walk right into bear sh** You rock your pants too tight, get off that queer sh** No turning back when it's on, I ain't trynna hear sh** Like the coast guard, I got them choppers than can airlift [Hook: Tash Mahogany] Sword, dont you know what you bring? You destroy everything - all the blood that you give to men There's, no excuse I could give - we just all want to live All the war that you bring to men War - is comin' home - takes families War - I'm not a great big fan of it War - is something that is scandalous Oh no - oh no War - is comin' by air, land, & sea War - is man's insanity This world.. for sure.. Must stop - this world of war [Ghostface k**ah] Tell ya fake n***as don't get me involved, my back is chunky Four-five hanging out the jeans, is crunchy Facial hair beard, looking like Abe Lincoln Stand next to you and my j**els look like ya cage is shrinking Love sweets like a dope fiend, nodder wit fat hands Keep birds around me, they be calling me Batman Precisely I pop like cheap luggage, prefusely bleeding Word on the streets is you lost three buckets f** it, you keep dying, I'm into red diamonds Rob me, b**h, I have your whole hood crying Lighting candles on the street like, 'why you trying?' Oh lord, why you had to lullabye him His j**els is cursed, his seeds is first When he do shows, he pop a wheelie off his murst Six three, medium built, tall like Lurch While ya'll f*ggots be sleep, he be putting in work [RZA] That's his absorbance stance, I got it down to a glance It's war, I got the biggest gun down my pants, pants Got a rock, rocket in my pocket For to knock ya head right out the socket Turn teardrops to smile, been glanced this spare child Spra ya gallon of mace in your face, burn off your 'brows No phone home, you dribbling, we stone ya sibling Get my bloods from Tilden, to burn your building Poison tip dagger sword, chop through your collar bone No, you don't got a f**ing chance to holler home Nice dream, your sliced spleen, cut through your ice bling G-O-D, heats, melts you like it's ice cream I'm not vanilla, I'm black panther chinchilla My cousin's an orangutan, my brother's a gorilla The other's a ape, he turn a rainbow straight Get you trapped in the jungle now you can't escape War it is, that's the biz, Glock pop, plops the feds Split your wig, crack your whip, smack your wiz, blast your 'quip Chains and whips, planes and ships, guns, swords and flintstones And bricks, munch, clothes and kicks, you know it's [Hook]