Blowin Up In The World Lyrics by Kool G. Rap And Dj Polo

Blowin Up In The World Lyrics

    Back in the days was kinda crazy, kid i started out with nothin
    Wasn't livin like thanksgiving, i was turkey without the stuffin
    Sometimes i sweared to god that i was headed for the poorhouse
    Say mama caught the drama, she would bleed tryin to feed 4 mouths
    Wasn't rockin girbauds, i barely had clothes, and when it snowed
    And temperatures droppin below zero, you know i froze
    No cd's, a black and white tv, a seat is a rubber tire
    With a hanger for the antenna, turned channels with some pliers
    Had nothin in my cabinet, but cans of raid
    I'm knockin on my neighbor's door
    To borrow a cup of sugar for my kool-aid
    I wasn't freshly dipped, my gear was straight ripped, i'm trippin
    Cause my winter coat got lost buttons
    And zippers that wouldn't stay zipped
    I never remembered ?, the brother was straight fat cat
    Not even a big mac black, i had kid castle topped with crackerjacks
    Walkin the streets, with the weak sneaks on my feet
    And the freaks wouldn't speak, i never had lipstick on my cheek
    So much for gettin humped from the stunts, i always struck out
    The one y'all likes is takin hikes if you can't pull a buck out
    So now i gots to dedicate my next plate to all the homeboys and girls
    Straight up baby, i'm blowin up in the world

    Blowin up, blowin up in the world
    Blowin up, blowin up in the world!
    I'm blowin up the world, i gotta get mines, i gotta get mines
    I gotsta get mines, youknowhati'msayin? i'm blowin up in the world

    Blowin up, blowin up in the world
    Blowin up, blowin up in the world!
    I'm blowin up the world, i gotta get mines, i gotta get mines
    I gotsta get mines, yeah...

    It seems like only yesterday, my moms was on my back
    "get your butt up out the sack and find a job or hit the road jack"
    Black, i don't disown her, i'm just a kid from corona
    With a g.e.d. diploma, with more ribs showin than tony rhoma's
    In order to get straight, i gotsta to make a muscle
    Learned to hustle and bustle and i gave the streets a tussle
    Standin down on the corner slangin fat rocks to bottles
    With the black tops, for cops got my shorty watchin my back hobbes
    Makin mad lucci, bought up louis vuitton gucci
    Hoochies callin me boochi, while they smooch me, givin up the coochie
    Now i'm a felon, started sellin and splittin melons
    I started gellin, to tellin police just cause i was swellin
    Hangin out on the corner playin cee-lo, rollin for half a kilo
    Yo you'll never see g-low a-goin below
    Yeah, straight gettin fortunate, as long as fees was torchin it
    It started gettin hot around the block, the cops was scorchin it
    But luckily i made out before the coppers could frisk me and diss me
    Cause business is drugs is gettin too risky
    So now i just lamp, collect stamps, snatch up tramps diamonds and pearls
    Straight up baby, i'm blowin up in the world

    Blowin up, blowin up in the world
    Blowin up, blowin up in the world!
    I'm blowin up the world, i gotta get mines, i gotta get mines
    I gotsta get mines, youknowhati'msayin? i'm blowin up in the world

    Blowin up, blowin up in the world
    Blowin up, blowin up in the world!
    I'm blowin up the world, i gotta get mines, i gotta get mines
    I gotsta get mines, yeah...

    I got put on by dj polo, cut the record, "it's a demo"
    And started chillin in limos with champagne and tinted windows
    Hoppin, no time for pages, sportin gold chains and rings
    Clockin money and fame, nothin changed, i'm still the same
    Just spendin 20's and 10's at women pullin on my linen
    And grinnin cause i was winnin in this game from the beginning
    The lyrical skills was kinda ill, gave you a slight chill
    So i just let the hype build, known for rappers run and go write wills
    I turned from a hobo to a solo bozin for dolos
    Stole my dough, you still below, now i perfer cigars and blow mo'
    So catch a flashback, of a g. rap track, attacked, like a headcrack
    That's smack, through your cap, with the lead black
    And here's a new cut, for pooh-butt, rappers hangin from off my
    Two nuts like they was put there by members of the ku klux
    So peep kool g. rap, don't sleep, money unless it's witcha girl
    Straight up kid, i'm blowin up in the world

    Blowin up, blowin up in the world
    Blowin up, blowin up in the world!
    I'm blowin up the world, i gotta get mines, i gotta get mines
    I gotsta get mines, youknowhati'msayin? i'm blowin up in the world

    Blowin up, blowin up in the world
    Blowin up, blowin up in the world!
    I'm blowin up the world, i gotta get mines, i gotta get mines
    I gotsta get mines, yeah...

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