Paradise

[Verse 1: Kool Keith] 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 [Hook: Kool Keith] 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 [Verse 2: Breadyfilth] 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 [Hook] [Verse 3: Franc Bacon] 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 [Hook] [Verse 4: Young Libido] 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 [Hook: Kool]