Extravagant Traveller - Kool Keith

Extravagant Traveller - Kool Keith

Альбом
Matthew
Год
2000
Язык
`Angļu`
Длительность
226890

Zemāk ir dziesmas vārdi Extravagant Traveller , izpildītājs - Kool Keith ar tulkojumu

Dziesmas vārdi " Extravagant Traveller "

Oriģinālteksts ar tulkojumu

Extravagant Traveller

Kool Keith

Checkin out of the Venetian Hotel

That’s right, flight to Africa

Mastercharge

Yeah.

Chorus: Kool Keith

Extravagant traveler, Puerto Rico out to Africa (4X)

MC’s is wack, I’m lookin at the Robb Report

Eighty-thousand-sixty-two Bentley

Owner of the Houston Astrodome, Don King represent me

(?) bus with gold trim and you can’t act up frontin on your lemon

Legend status with keys to the MGM Grand

Got your wife and kids holdin my poster, grabbin my hand

All I hear is a bunch of wack primetime MC’s sayin

I hate him cause he’s great

He’s on all the billboard and the highway

Face is on soup cans and milk crates

Resteraunts with movie theaters in 'em

Continental airlanes, planes we buyin off the lot

while y’all rent 'em

Excursion flights with Bill Clinton

Takin fine girls out to Washington to get they extensions

Usin my TV phone I see girls in they thongs

fantasizin while they home alone

Pack my bags — I need room service

Chorus

Cause my face is in the newspaper every week

Pronounce words right — ask Jesse Jackson how I speak

Sign my autographs for Jagged Edge and Sisqo on 125th Street

Red carpet on the sidewalk

I gotta step on it before I talk

Part investor of the Utah Jazz, I’m the real king of New York

London cashmere, walkin around with Guiliani regular football shirt

Tailors grab my Armani, maids cook dinner

Sauteed fish and shrimp

Dallas Mavericks want me as a baldheaded five-eight guard

with a ninety-five inch vertical, Vince Carter respect my legs

Ask Shawn Kemp;

(?) and the NBA commissioner

takin pictures of me in front of Nell’s

Special election day got chocolate girls with flowers dresses on You would swear they Naomi Campbell and Nia Long from section 8

Yes, I guess

Chorus

Bustin no freestyles, lookin at you in the back of the car

Rappin for twenty miles

I’m sittin in the back of the limo with the fly brim-o

Me in a black Cadillac, Elliot Ness

Sendin rappers with doo-rags an S.O.S.

You wanna rap big man?

Take Mickey Mouse off your chest

I let you wear your vest;

plaid shirts or stripes

is that the way your stylist make you dress?

She should be sued for that

Contract renewed for that

And on stage, you should be booed for that

I’ma tap you in the back and let everybody know they wack

Yo SkyCab hand me my platinum suitcases

Chorus

Vairāk nekā 2 miljoni dziesmu tekstu

Dziesmas dažādās valodās

Tulkojumu pakalpojumi

Augstas kvalitātes tulkojumi visās valodās

Ātrā meklēšana

Atrodiet nepieciešamos tekstus dažu sekunžu laikā