Kool Keith - Extravagant Traveler lyrics

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Kool Keith - Extravagant Traveler lyrics

Kool keith Checkin out of the venetian hotel That's right, flight to africa Mastercharge Yeah.. Chorus: kool keith Extravagant traveler, puerto rico out to africa (4x) [kool keith] Mc's is wack, i'm lookin at the robb report Eighty-thousand-sixty-two bentley Owner of the houston astrodome, don king represent me (?) bus with gold trim and you can't act up frontin on your lemon Legend status with keys to the mgm grand Got your wife and kids holdin my poster, grabbin my hand All i hear is a bunch of wack primetime mc's sayin I hate him cause he's great He's on all the billboard and the highway Face is on soup cans and milk crates Resteraunts with movie theaters in 'em Continental airlanes, planes we buyin off the lot While y'all rent 'em Excursion flights with bill clinton Takin fine girls out to washington to get they extensions Usin my tv phone i see girls in they thongs Fantasizin while they home alone Pack my bags - i need room service Chorus [kool keith] Cause my face is in the newspaper every week Pronounce words right - ask jesse jackson how i speak Sign my autographs for jagged edge and sisqo on 125th street Red carpet on the sidewalk I gotta step on it before i talk Part investor of the utah jazz, i'm the real king of new york London cashmere, walkin around with guiliani regular football shirt Tailors grab my armani, maids cook dinner Sauteed fish and shrimp Dallas mavericks want me as a baldheaded five-eight guard With a ninety-five inch vertical, vince carter respect my legs Ask shawn kemp; wes unseld and the nba commissioner Takin pictures of me in front of nell's Special election day got chocolate girls with flowers dresses on You would swear they naomi campbell and nia long from section 8 Yes, i guess Chorus [kool keith] Bustin no freestyles, lookin at you in the back of the car Rappin for twenty miles I'm sittin in the back of the limo with the fly brim-o Me in a black cadillac, elliot ness Sendin rappers with doo-rags an s.o.s. You wanna rap big man? take mickey mouse off your chest I let you wear your vest; plaid shirts or stripes Is that the way your stylist make you dress? She should be sued for that Contract renewed for that And on stage, you should be booed for that I'ma tap you in the back and let everybody know they wack Yo skycab hand me my platinum suitcases Chorus