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Kool G Rap

"Typical n*gga"

[Kool G Rap]
b*tch, don't try to settle me down
I eat, sleep, f*ck, skeet, gas-pedal around
Get out, meet up with kids that keep that metal around
We ain't pushing no gold medal, I don't meddle with clowns
Run a ten-thou' block a day, five Gs minimum
Tryna hop in some sh*t that got the double M emblem
Vest and a ratchet, army jacket, black Timberlands
b*tch, cry if you want, I'ma live to stack Benjamins
Caught this n*gga that stunted, played him there in the street
Now his shorty blowing my di*k out of fear of the beef
Tears on her cheek, don't ask me, I ain't gon' hurt her
But stay away from that lame ma, you know it's murder, murder
Them n*ggas on that other side is weak, they some burgers
Bump heads in the street, I put the heat to 'em, word up
All I need is some hooker stress, G keeps his hooks in check
b*tch, I should be in the V getting hook with neck
When I put back on the negligee look your best
Hold on a minute, yeah yo, what's cookin neph'
Y'all n*ggas packing and ya acting like y'all shook to death
I'll be back b*tch, my n*gga just got jooks and wet
You let me find out, them n*ggas getting put to rest
5 Fam ride out, Queens borough, Brook' connect

[Chorus]
Look at me, yeah I'm your typical n*gga
And I'm out to get despicable figures
Picture me, G, baby ten years from now, pick of the litter
Kids? That ain't even no sh*t to consider
I'm just your typical n*gga
Look at me, yeah I'm your typical n*gga
And I'm out to get despicable figures
Picture me, G, ten years from now, picking their litter
Kids that ain't even know sh*t to consider
I'm just your typical n*gga

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