Extravagant Traveler Lyrics by Kool Keith

Extravagant Traveler Lyrics

    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)

    [kool keith]
    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

    [kool keith]
    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; wes unseld 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

    [kool keith]
    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

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