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 Kit Kats 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,
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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...
Lyrics: Blowin' up in the World, Kool G. Rap and DJ
Polo [end]