Mr. Muthaf**in eXquire - Please (ft. Kool A.D. & Mr. Muthaf**in eXquire) lyrics

[Intro] Stop playin' with 'em pool! [Intro: Kool A.D.] Yo, Kool A.D. What up Dun? Another episode on a Pool Cosby production You probably could touch nothing on my catalog, it's too vast Give me five up high now down low oops too slow I'm too fast I do this, you do that you're too ga**ed dude, I'm true cla** Look into my two gla** circles as you pa** the blue gra** purple [Verse 1: Kool A.D.] You asked Urkel but Stefan responded I stepped on the song and the weapons was brandished Get on gone with it Off with his head Hip hop is dead, long live it I'm strong, gifted and Half my rhythms is mad Science is supreme technology Get off of me, you couldn't walk a block with me I can walk properly Catch top like the hat up on the Monopoly man, I probably can [Verse 2: Kool A.D.] Not for sale yo Tell me that I won't though I do it for the soup Desarrollo, you a moco Get your nose blown Bozo catch a hole like the ozone Oh no bro I'm so thorough! Yo [Verse 3: Kool A.D.] What up with your girl, doe? I'm all up in the clam like the pearl, doe After that sippin' on merlot Scorpio acrobat flipping on Virgos And geminis, seven eyes, seven horns, heaven high Kevin, I'd be in my home, look See in my dome This, a real lie Realize green, you could see that I'd be in my zone I'm free and I roam through the sea Sky fly like the fishes Shen I swim with the pigeons You be [?] with the bishes I'll be flicking lights Switches ight sh** is like, “Victor, tight” Wizardly, kissing these Beats with the illest type Visions, so deliciously Raps do victory Laps around literally any track kicked to me Sit back and listen to my mysteries n***a please, n***a please n***a please, n***a, n***a please Please, Kool A.D. best rapper [Bridge: Mr. Muthaf**in eXquire] Yo, Kool, man. Yo, Vic. You Spanish, you can't be sayin' n***a, man I'm f**in' witchu. You can say n***a, you cool [Verse 1: Mr. Muthaf**in eXquire] Hennessy and Coca-Cola, b**h I'm barely sober Rock n' roll the roll [?] the [?] I need some polar water I cop some work from out of town growers on the low, but I ain't tell too many n***as that I'll f** my flow up My loc n***as don't eat donuts and they so nuts Calicos for hundred shots dumping clips for extra shot Pumpin', psychotic, neurotic go black like the Simbiat b**h talking all that hot sh**, I bet she's still goin' f** Doggy style real deep I stick my balls in it Push your a** cheeks together like in an accordion Imported kicks, from Japan, this is Rhythm Footwears (Oh, I know about those) Yo don't know what the f** that is I rock sh** you gotta google I see through you I peel your whole top back like a cup of noodles Your whole style is doodoo And I'm the sh**, Mr. Muthaf**in' eXquire s** my dick, n***a