Songtexte Stratocaster - Kool Keith feat. Godfather Don

Stratocaster
Stratocaster
Stratocaster
Stratocaster

I'm a leopard with leopard skin, bet you won't let
Stephanie and I guess they went from Mulberry to strawberry
Darryl show 'em how to use the Luger to cock the pen
Pronounce syllables with oxygen, put lingerie on Marie Osmond
Watch me bring profits and I counteract what come out your esophagus
I can see your wordplay close up like binoculars
Show 'em Giorgini red wine go with fish eggs and octopus
I'm a mafia boss, twin brother Rick Ross
'Til Maybach pull up I'm givin' out jobs off the books
The see-through Bugatti make Danny Greene wanna look
You rollin' up windows manual, let me show 'em buttons I push
Like Polygram and Def Jam
The iron fist I bought from Iron Man on my left hand
Tuxedo made by Vince Camuto, I'm ready to ballroom dance
Put Janet somewhere where she won't panic
Virgins come up first class on Atlantic
Many hopped on Wingo, the Bentley coupe got me writin' romantic
I'm hype with nannies, Vanessa Williams in panties
R-P-U-S, the Triton Extreme from Sammy's
Steroid taker with the leather macks, with Maxine

Stratocaster
Stratocaster
Stratocaster
Stratocaster

Yeah, the bushmaster, we shush disaster like Kush and Shasters
Unlimited rounds, demented with imminent sounds
The masters pound and send it abound
Put ten in the crown of a clown with a pen that's profound
Walk in the room, boom, turn the itch to a tomb
Poisonous fumes consume a toy's voice in his tombs
We sicker than SIDS, Figuera de 'da spitter, we slicker in wigs
Ridiculously split, it's a mystery hit
Ominous looks, terrorize a con and his crooks
The dominant don, prominent phenom with his jux
Nothin' common, it's synonymous, designin' this nine
And it hit your monitors with time and that a pine in your mind
Remindin' your spine we tapped it, smacked it around
Like Monica with conical shots definin' a crime
I'm the incredible, Hammerman, roll in the Hammer van
Eternally fresh, leave your soul for the ambulance
The data smasher, black as Madagascar
As it matter for rappers, the wrath is a graphic disaster
The path of the blast is nasty when slackers are splattered
And they silly chatter shattered like a Stratocaster

Stratocaster
Stratocaster
Stratocaster
Stratocaster