
Play It Again, Polo Kool G Rap & DJ Polo
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[Verse One]
Play it again Polo, cause I just can't stand still
I burn while the tables turn like windmills
A swift reactor rap, to impact of a tractor trailer
I flow like a sailor
Rhymes remain hittin' hard like Night Train
With lyrics that came from the brain of Mark Twain
So if you can't handle the man, please go and change the channel
Rappers are gettin' smoked like Camels
Prepare for the brainstorm, fellas better grab your umbrellas
People run inside your cellars
As I teach you're attached to my rhyme like a leech
Takin the S off my speech to write peach
Take the P off the peach because now you want each
And every rhyme to teach and reach
You need a fixin', for your fake rhymes, lyrics, and weak mixin'
You robbin' 'em blind like Nixon
Some got shook when they took a look
I'm burnin' you up, like the lyrics that are pages of a cookbook
I attract more kids than Wonderama
Rhymes got more drama, than Black Mama, White Mama
You get defeated, decapitated, captivated
Cause you hated the fact G. Rap made it
So if you slow you blow like a ho, so here's a solo
Hey yo, play it again Polo
Play it again Polo, cause I just can't stand still
I burn while the tables turn like windmills
A swift reactor rap, to impact of a tractor trailer
I flow like a sailor
Rhymes remain hittin' hard like Night Train
With lyrics that came from the brain of Mark Twain
So if you can't handle the man, please go and change the channel
Rappers are gettin' smoked like Camels
Prepare for the brainstorm, fellas better grab your umbrellas
People run inside your cellars
As I teach you're attached to my rhyme like a leech
Takin the S off my speech to write peach
Take the P off the peach because now you want each
And every rhyme to teach and reach
You need a fixin', for your fake rhymes, lyrics, and weak mixin'
You robbin' 'em blind like Nixon
Some got shook when they took a look
I'm burnin' you up, like the lyrics that are pages of a cookbook
I attract more kids than Wonderama
Rhymes got more drama, than Black Mama, White Mama
You get defeated, decapitated, captivated
Cause you hated the fact G. Rap made it
So if you slow you blow like a ho, so here's a solo
Hey yo, play it again Polo
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