Master of The Game Lyrics

Yeah
(He's the master of the game)
From the South Bronx
I've been doin' this
(All the girls know his name)

All the way from the Northeast to the west
Down South Miami, Florida
(He's the master of the game)
Jacksonville
(Jacksonville)
Tallaha*see
(Tallaha*see)
Master of the game
(In the rappin' Hall of Fame)

Like Tag Team, back again
Here we go, with a flow, get dealt with quick
Now Joe, I know my rap style pro
Let 'em know with the quickness, y'all need to witness

Step to the side, y'all mind y'all business
Exercise, like physical fitness
Ride through, I glide through
Ba*s pump to the trunks inside you

We move it quickly, rap styles swift B
Cadillac rollin', neck full gold and crafty and nasty
Can't put it past me
Step with skills, better call your family

Turn adverse worse, climb in the first verse
Move when I back it up, attack and I smack it up
Girls connectin' it
Ultra legend and why y'all rhymes soft, fruity affectionate

I keep steppin' and boost my rep again
Speed up, go slow, you got the next then
Do the La Bamba, turn to Mexican
Swift to shift up, change the pitch up
DJ mix ups, your face get fixed up
Nuts get licked up, quickly, strictly

He's the master of the game
(The Master)
All the girls know his name
He's the master of the game
(The Master)
In the rappin' Hall of Fame

He's the master of the game
(The Master)
All the girls know his name
He's the master of the game
(The Master)
In the rappin' Hall of Fame

I'm warnin', watch yo' backpack mack
Yo' crack lack facts I attacks yo' wax
So fast you press up mess up step up
Through this when I do this

I'm the smoothest when I groove it speedy
Turn back yo, don't try to be greedy
Houston, Tex, out of New York City
Girls get pretty, go lickin' them titties

Astrofunk it revolve in the trunk and party's live
Might turn into somethin'
Let them know though, I'm still pro dough
Companies what, wanna sign me solo

It's Keith you need, let your man try to read
Ease the bleed, shut up animal feed
Step to Keith, let you know what it be G
Cruiser shades, at the bar can't see me

Crispy atoms, grab 'em, pat 'em
s*ckers don't know, how bad I'm madam
Turn and flex and servin' necks and
Indiana wrecks then fools wanna flex

And y'all won't know when I pull up in a Lex
And Master Cards with certified checks
And bank bills, fly rims in the hills
Y'all get cups, get more refills

He's the master of the game
(The Master)
All the girls know his name
He's the master of the game
(The Master)
In the rappin' Hall of Fame

Check your watch, now watch me partner
Start to welcome back kids like Kotter
Move your pants, while I rock a little harder
Hoes and foes, hit 'em all with blows

Watch girls work it, movin' unopposed
Hip to flip, throw the thing to they lip
When I dress, yes, put 'em all to the test
Rock a suede vest, pink jewels on my chest

Rappin', clappin', fingers start snappin'
Watch how you actin', I'm rubbin' on the back
And MC's is slack and your groups sound wack
Where'd you turn B? Nobody burn me

Style get complex, why you concerned B?
I'm your chalkboard, now you can learn me
'Round and 'round and big ba*s soundin'
Down South Hustler, big ba*s poundin'

East west, top down to the bone
Motorola, on my cellular phone
Change the tone, get up out my zone
Movin' next to you, rhyme will flex to you
Stop I'm overdue, jumpin' over you
Status gold to the baddest bro

He's the master of the game
(The Master)
All the girls know his name
He's the master of the game
(The Master)
In the rappin' Hall of Fame

He's the Master
(Master, Master)
Kool Keith
He's the master
(Master, Master)
Kool Keith, Kool Keith, Kool Keith
(Kool Keith)