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letra de hot tub rhyme machine - kool a.d.

so like i had to put myself in this zone
where i was standing like a guy and i was like imagining that i had a p-n-s
and i was like, you know, in a hot top surrounded by, like, b-tches and

kool a.d. best rapper in the world
[?] crypto-chronic, la da day, heh
gamed out, all of ya’ll lamed out, famed out
in a range getting brained out
fifty thousand dollars all up on my chain
man, my chain tough, heh
new sh-t ya’ll messin’ with the same stuff
yea, the same stuff
i’m on the new sh-t
yea, baby!

ey, dawgone h-lla’ rich
sittin’ in a hot tub with your b-tch
and i ain’t never snitch
fez–ss man, yea i ain’t never pitch

heh, i’m so foogazy
wear a white b-tch with me call that hoe kim basinger
look at all my raps, 222,000 tracks
get a calculator, do the math
that’s 222,000 racks, heh
two houses, two house cats, two dogs, i like to earn like a true god
jeans, true religion
hip hop just a euphemism for a new religion
i’m still good, i truly kick it
i livin’ i’m really wizardly
limerick, idiot speak, kicker
you a d-ck l1cker
i’m in a range and i’m speaking a spanglish
eatin’ hoho’s with the dames that you hang with
i think things in my brain, then say sh-t
then i get wasted and spend all my paychecks
gaze into the effortless wastelands created on b-ss-lines and brakes of irrelevant nature
gone off a’ half-a quail egg and a venison chaser
rock like a elegant blazer
laced up, heh, aces in my radio sp-ces all caked up
the game laker
aim at your brain and go bang, mang, the slang ceasar
my ballad’s a salad
healthy with the leafy green vitamins
your wifey slidin’ on the pole like a fireman, pause
yo, i’m higher than nas was when he was like “bro i’m a gun, dude”
mulatto franz kafka, come through
everything i do becomes true
king me, i sun you, sun tzu
all up in the booth buddy bolden
self-evident truths, you know i hold ’em
texas, shout to fat tony
hey what up brody, ey what up woty
got a a-rab lawyer named jody
highroller
too rich for your blood try foldin’, sick
two chicks, one cup, kid i’m nasty
dog to a pup, you a l-ssie
you a duck, you a quack, b
yea, i don’t give a f-ck if you ask me
i’m buck with the blast v
shout out to sp-ssy [?] i’m max, i’m scholastic’s death i’m half deck short of a full one
maybe i might even might f-ck around and, like, sorta, um, pull guns
out at your mom’s crib, wave ’em around till your mom’s like “son, i think you’re friends with the wrong kids”
mom check the [?]
plus atomically my anomics
i mean my economics
yo my freakanomics is marxist, philosophically
yo i k!ll em with the sophisistry
what?
yo, still i keep my politics on top of me like poppy seeds
a topical bagel
i’m in the regal
yo, i’m feelin like a young danny brown, sippin on f-go
flippin through hegel
come through, kool with the kangol
see me out in spain in a k-hole
clutch yaper man, yo i strangle the peso
i’m on the plane with your main ho
quick chain
apache spit flames at your stagecoach
p-ssy wet
yo i’m rick james in a raincoat
zip, bang
the thing got her dancin’ like she reppin’ the crip game
toes curled up like footwork
sippin’ my d-ck like a soda in the kitchen
said my pipe be that crack like a cook work
step on her neck till my foot hurt
you mad, you look hurt

yo you talkin about your pimpin’ right here man, pimpin’ is hard, you know what i’m talkin’ bout? yea, man, yea you n-ggas got the abcs but you n-ggas need to really get the xyzs, you know what i’m talking about? yea man, you gonna get mother f-cking sh-t separated, so you n-ggas can separate the live from the jive, you know what i mean? that’s what you n-ggas need, an automatic sh-t separator cut that bullsh-t out you know what i’m saying
been born into this sh-t
the trigger don’t
talkin bout they prost-tutes
you got hobos
come to set the record straight
educations
greatest test
american pimp n-gga
got a t-shirt
ya’ll tryin to wear this pimpin like a t-shirt
bullsh-t we gon’ piull you up in the air
cotton
get some real
you can’t be trickin
check the hoe
if you gone
you know what i’m talking about
w-w-w-w-w-w

maybe you can call your dad
here’s a quarter man, trust that i’m good for it, hah
old school like a payphone
fool i drop jewels like beethoven
the best ever, heh
kool ad is a very good man and he’s very good at rappin’
heh, when the remy’s in my system
ain’t no tellin’ will i f-ck ’em will i diss ’em?
that’s what they be yellin’, i’m a pimp by blood, not relation ya’ll be chasin’ i’ll replace then, huh?
stop it like [?] [?] [?], jason
all o.j. simpson
saw yay this one time i figured i’d rap about it
pimpin’ is a fact i’m a mack about it
dance about architecture
sharkin’ at the art with the sharpest lectures
wrote some, uh, fire bars on my phone and then it died and i lost ’em
but yo trust me they were totally awesome
yea, i’m feeling like malcolm, einstein, nelson mandela with the mandala raps dawg halla back
used to sell multiple pounds of marijuana, black, weekly, heh
now i just read black weekly and smoke black and milds while listenin’ to sweetly by black sabbath followed by black magic woman by santana followed by you ought to know by santana followed by welcome to at-lanta
then i sip a fanta, take a nap, i go bananas in the trap
ey yo, hey you, club look like cuban bruce springsteen
he only tex-mex and wingding
he got a couple cousins in sing-sing
but one is a guard in the east wing
he got a couple beemers and a lexus or two that he leasing
a big-booty wife with some bee-stings that think she’s brazilian
plus he got a fly side-chick named lillian
yea, i’m blowin’ vermilion haze as i gaze at the ceiling man
oh, what a beautiful feeling man
lean got my head spinnin’ just like a feeling, fam
i mean like a ceiling fan, whoo, ha
made a couple g’s last week that was strictly off dealin’ xan
i’m sippin’ a reisling up in the sebring pop in a steely dan
cd and proceed to get b.z
while i’m too turn i smoke till you burn, get it i smoke weed until you’re high?
what up dudes i sell crack. rock cocaine dawg, i sell that
i sell dope, i slang weed, i shoot guns, i move pot, i k!ll fools, i sniff c0ke, i whip dope, i got a cold whip and my whip dope, i got a cold chain and i’m so ill, i got a cold mil, i’m so trill, black cat bone, i’m so high, smoke h-lla weed i’m so wet, you bone dry, yea i drive h-lla ‘rarris and benz, though
see me in the beemer and i’m high offa benzos, eatin’ h-lla pizzas at enzo’s, run up in your house spray your kin folk
b-tch i got a ten hoes, b-tch i ten twick, i mean ten bricks, heh, and i split ten twigs, that’s some new sh-t, you ain’t even on that
yo i’m on raps, heh, yo, don’t watch me, watch yourself b-tch
i bring the peace like i’m ghandi, i’m selfless
roll up all me weed i’m up like twelve spliffs
yo, yo, posse with twelve, twelve sh-llfish
bell biv devoe on the system
all of yo b-tches i kiss them
ey, yo, plus f-ck the system, they got h-lla african men locked in prison
judges like pancakes up in the hood man
see how i flip them
central bookin’, yea we caught in the pigpen
ridin dirty like pigpen, i’m charlie brown
party up dude, party down
ya’ll gas like balloons with the party clowns
feelin’ so groovy, it’s a movie, it’s gnarly, wow
i’m handin’ out fliers for my show at the starry plough
freestylin’ in front of la pena, shout’ out to the homie keith’s mom she from like kenya
yo this song is h-lla pretty like enya
f-ck a line i hit you with the iron and end ya
like the mind’s ascend ya
then i might go on facebook and friend ya
yo, why did bush knock down those towers like jenga?
kool ad the black power ranger
p-ssy a-rab have the dead [?] like the stranger
kool ad jesus i was born in a manger
tommy in my mother f-ckin’ boy it’s my middle name, like “danger”
scorpio rising man, big shouts out to [?]

- kool a d

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