Prince Kool - Really Need lyrics

[Verse 1: Prince Kool] What you n***as wanna do? f**ing with Mike Kool sh** gets real critical Say you lyrical, all you do is Jack what n***as do You'sa swimming pool, n***a ain't sh** wavy about you k** ya with the flow, kinda like a earthquake how I move. maneuver through hoovers, n***as get you some loot, probably knocking boots if I ain't zoot or in the booth but now? Got some tree and ya boo in the studio and she wanna make some hits tonight, don't call me a great writer cuz n***a I don't write, call me a great mediator I'm something like jedi, so it's mediated murder if you dissing me while you write, shiit you better pray I don't remember those lines, man I remember those times I was thirsty for dimes, like a bumb on the street begging for a .5 but lately all these women been similar to my rhymes, yea I, may think about you but I can't do ya right for nathan, then you think you getting close to my paper like these words that I exert with such effortless cadence with these exceptional riddims Wouldve thought I was jamaican I'm. Tired of these f**ing rappers, boom bye bye I'm not a fan of ya lyrics they blew my high, I'm Tiger Woods engulfed with playing hoes, laying, flows, breaking dro you know how that saying gooo [Hook] A sack of weed, some Swisher sweets, that's all a n***a really need (x4) To f** the Beat up (x4) [Verse 2] And I'm back for another, job's never give a call back to a brother so f** it I get higher than a airline employer, practicing k**ing verses, call it lyric rehearsal Commercial rappers outhere fronting like they could murk ya, really they urkel, but stephon in all they verses, explains why your wins lower than laura t**ng, explains why ya wins lower than Laura t**ng, work it, baby prove to me that it is Worth it, Trojan, keep me from making b*tches my chosen, woman, better know I don't play that sh**, my stroke to deep, Pica**o of p**y. Sex is a drug, turn users to pookie, addicted to what my dick is they need it they drooling that's exactly how you junkies gone fiend for my music in just a year, lyrics feel, like molly how they appeal. baby what's the deal ain't got a deal but I got you grinding like the clipse word around the street you only f** n***as with Platinum hits, is it cuz I'm a gold rapper you riding the Magnum still? baby what's the deal ain't got a deal but I got you grinding like the clipse word aroundthe street you only f** n***as with Platinum hits, is it cuz I'm a gold rapper you riding the Magnum still? [Hook]