Kool Keith - Seattle Tacoma lyrics

Yeah tacoma Seattle police
Had to come get my bags
Right in front of Hooters
The whole restaurant watchin but, I'm here
I will find my prey
International, or domestic

The underground is on level E
Most rappers rap on level B
That's considered GO proposition
Freestyle competition
You win a Volkswagen on MTV hosted by DD
Diamonds spilled around the bars
Parve on the Magnum
Pee-pee the request by NBC
The cheese caviar for the dancers
The high-end romancers turn off their tracks
Octapawn is gone, 3999
Motel on the highway, the "Thong Song"
With Christinie drinkin a martini
You say it's that Millie
Crochet'n with the yarn
The false don, and a herb, that's right
I'm Agron, aka The Fonz
Bounce with gator sneaks, handsome
Good C notes, the bomb
And vogue 'em out
Take 'em to dinner like Don
Shawn know who I am, serve me Grey Poupon
Flavor extra-bration
Mess around you catch a laceration
The voodoo come Hatian the top
Which he popped maker you the lagoon faker
I might sign again with a major
Panties gotta be sweet
They can't come in fishy flavors
Everybody's gettin big
Mom give me more potatoes
Jump out and train at the gym
With an El Ness brim
In the Phantom with the original
Fantastic Orangemen on my side
That look like rocks
Chicks say he's with Ben Grimm ex porn star
Three bottles on ice
Look fox he got the rocks
See with the cinnamon, salmon cakes relaxed
I cook on top of your cassette tapes
With Denny's chocolate
I'll force you off the highway
For two spicy chicken tins
And two milkshakes
Amino acids can't cover your
Lip then milk weights six pounds
I'll face your anorexia Hollywood phony legs
You better buy Tony's legs
I'm out to bang, two hammers in your Dell
Find you upsidedown in China like David
Sucko in a Honda XL non-stable crab lice
Get your face changed
Movin in different hotels
I guarantee liars'll see "Fright Night"
You cats cover your calves
Comin around with dogs, the gun'll bite