Paradise - Kool Keith, Megabone

Okay!

I’m all that with NBA wives

Jock strap nice, they match the white ties

Lou

The mob warehouse, why you think the truck come to pick up more bologna

Stella

Front a hundred thousand mil', let you up and comers develop street cred

I’m sleeping on you like that force field around the bed

Silver Surfer, your girl like my balls

They turn colors, now they burgundy

IPhone, laby, I like the way your wife worry me

I’m a regulator, I keep my hair cut low-key like Warren G

Versace’s, get out the green Porsche

You know I’m blind, I can’t see

Using my stick to walk past MC’s

I’m Donny Microphonse, tonight, I’m hitting your Amazon

Ballroom, baby, no problem, I brought Hammerstein

Hammerstein, Carnegie Hall, Radio City

Madison Square, the Barclay Center, it’s all mine

Hammerstein, Carnegie Hall, Radio City

Madison Square, the Barclay Center, it’s all mine

Paradise

New York is a sport

MVP, but I stay out the court

, Range Rover horse

240 on the horse next to the bricks, young gunner to the boss

I’m a metropolitan nigga, check my politic, nigga, I’m a politic, nigga

Money and the power,, yay and the keys to the city

Box seats, and my Yankee fitted, chicken box, get it

Roof off, titties spillin out cause the milk all in it

So soft, seats to the benches

Love to perforate it, let the pussy breathe in it

My reflection on the hood, your reflection on the dishes

No pork, don’t talk, nigga, stop snitching

Shot clock, white chalk, overtime, finished

I’m bad religion, death in jewels

Sacrilegious, gorilla monsoon

Indigenous to the dark, I live on your fear and remain in your thoughts

Blackburn necklace, keep bitches caught up

Battle of the sexes, more for the slaughter

Hey, 2 15's in the the water

Uptown, Harlem World, Rich Porter

Smack bitches with the dick, hit niggas with the mortar

Mylar zip, ounces and quarters

Wear a disguise, so I don’t get caught

Eyes without a face, no reflection

On the highway to hell or the staircase to heaven

Living in the past, sleepwalking in the present

Everyday’s a show, real life, no gimmick

Money over hoes, I’m 'bout that business

We straight wilding, like juvies on the island

Caged up, so raise up, before I light the stage up

Take caution to what I say

Get with it, or get turned the fuck away

Swift with the gift when I’m dropping my shit

I do shows, collect dough, grab a ho, and then split

I smoke that raw shit, you smoke that if

I’m talking Denver nuggets, Portland dog shit

Straight to the brain, spliffs make me sane

Bitches give me brain to gain some fame

Libido’s the name, the FCC6 to blame

Cause I came to rearrange the game, with the spoken bar flow

Haters copy, want to be me

Come out and see me and realize it ain’t easy