KutMasta Kurt - Maxi Curls lyrics

Production by KutMasta Kurt Chorus: Kool Keith I see maxi curls (Yeah! ...) Players, activator I see maxi curls (Yeah! ...) Remote control alligators [Kool Keith] I got sk**, you're on my tip, now back off Slack off, let me do this, and y'all turn the wack off The radio stereo here we go, flow and blow Puerto Rico, Salsa, Latin, you're feet pattin' Black people mingle, white people, buy my single Bingo bango, leggo my steel Eggo Throwin rhymes in spirals like Joe Klecko Miami Dolphin, now shut up, close your mouth and You be hatin, debatin, regurgitatin Ratin, late'n, and perpetratin My album's NINE mics, tough like dirt bikes You get frantic, New York City, run and panic California, I switch up, boogie on ya Like Don Cornelius, on SOULLLLLLLLLLL TRAIN! And heads I clip off, in rap leave a bloodstain A bigger pain, you would need novacaine Bite off Rakim, you copy Big Daddy Kane You know my steelo, I rhyme against a million people Who think they equal, disguisin as Jamaican people Fakin, funkin, you're pedigree, your beat is sunk in Tonka toy of little boy, steppin down to Roy I'm no joke, I rap for cash and you're buyin a coat Bronx bomber, superb on the freak momma Stinkin movin, my whole crew is comin through Yeah.. Chorus [Kool Keith] Bout it bout it, like Master P, makin money G No time for promos, get paid when I MC You know my feeling, I'm dealing, with tracks so real and Radio blackout, your format, is not appealin R&B can step off, but can't compare to me You oughta know -- how, I, feel That's wack, with bookbags, packed on your back Video Vibe, my skin is black BET Program your channels, your grandkids wanna see me Freakin status, freakin styles, freakin flows Freakin foes, freakin lyrics, freakin spirits I make a deaf person hear it Duplicate you demonstrate, what I used to make Remakes I watch, your crew'll imitate Motivate still sk**s to pay bills Creative sauce, watch out, I'm your boss On Panasonic like Steve, style bionic You get to workin, your head bop, you not jerkin You be out lurkin for danger, in my Ranger You think I'm bugged man? With Catwoman, like a stranger Packed with speed, supersonic level read Steelo jets and Bill Bla** like rockets In your pockets, damagin your brain sockets Yeahhhhh? Chorus [Kool Keith] Like Mobile, settin up shop in Alabama For proper grammar, my style Arm & Hammer Strong computer, underground like Roto Rooter Fools critics they mimic, copy, sloppy MC's get hurt, you blockhead, try to stop me Digital thinkin, you're blinkin, career sinkin Old like Mod Squad, you rap like Lincoln Sideburns turned, you catchin ringworm A heavy virus, worser than, hepatitis Schizophrenic like ten people out the clinic Yankee Stadium uptown, you can't win the pennant I do construction, you pack up your whole production Your lips are ready, your girl has a nice suction Pack her bags pack her bags pack her bags right Pack her bags pack her bags pack her bags left Your style is A, B, C-D E-F, G-H, I-J-K, L-M-N-O-P, Q-R-S Don't test, I taught you how to get your deals You put my style on your reels You went uptown, claimin my sound Get back, stay down Chorus 2X [Kool Keith] Maxi curl, activator Brought to you by, Kool Keith