Lyrics:
[Kool Keith]
Yeah
Every morning I wake up lookin' in the mirror
I am the original black Elvis
That's right; when you see me with my wig
By the shores of old Lake Michigan
Where the hawk wind blows so cold
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour, the toll
Around his bed,
busstation
Or I can take a plane
Give me a sek and I'll tell you how it went down
[Kool Keith]
I stayed in New York, depressed, walkin' mad through the block
on now
I thought you knew better, my rhymes are nines and my mouth?s a lyrical berretta
But better?YET?I make you Sweat like Keith,
And have your whole
a big city called
Foot Up in Your Ass
Jeepers, weepers, peepers, get snuffed
By the sneakiest
Throughout the speakers like fisticuffs
Who the fuck is this
a little different
My side bitch want some commitment But she got a few niggas
In my head I'm Keith sweat girl, you got me twisted
Minimize all my
your phone put on some Keith sweat
You think you got all the moves you ant seen nothing yet oh now
Come close to me and let me for feel your ecstatic
gotta grind
If we ain't on the same page leave your ass behind
We was out here really in the streets and shit
Youngins passionate about some bricks
some Dre beats
No, I should hook up with Tay Keith
Fans keep on pulling me one way
Haters pull me in another
Got more hooks in me than Swae Lee
Aye
Yeah
Aye (PLUG)
Now what these niggas on?
Aye, smoking on that strong, feel it in my dome
Aye, your hoe on my phone, she won’t leave me alone
Yea
Aye I say it's motherfucking Batchi Nigga
Look
This a mothafuckin heat check
I just knocked two bitches back to back I’m think I’m keith sweat
(Tay Keith, this too hard)
Ayy, ayy, brrt
Section 8 'partments, I'm valid on payment (sold out of main)
Servin' narcotics like back in
want by the sunset?
People call me number one
And I still move like I just begun
I'm really in this for the love
I'm having too much fun, and I ain't
be mad at yourself
Spending fast living fast I just got to make it last
Keith Sweat little boy you don't make me sweat
One convo with your bitch she be
Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Big Glock, Key Rex, might cop a T-Rex (yeah)
Chopper sing Keith Sweat, banana clip, eat that
Ran through a check, like
sweat
Only see you I'm at your neck
Getting to the cash all day
So the night is our night
All in your face L'Oréal
Keep it natural Lauryn Hill
Every time
in Jesus Christ, will help you if you fall (That's facts!)
Acquire prudence, regard reproof
Don’t be blinded by their jewels
Go to work or go to school
the Jwett?
Whats the sweat? (Uh)
What the Jwett? (Uh)
Whats the sweat? (Uh)
I can see it in your eyes
You don't want this life
It ain't for everyone
Whats
wants to fuck till 3
Girl that's fine by me
11 in Paris
New suit, fashion week
Dodge paparazzi, backstage V.I.P
R-O-M-E be the spot where you met me
Such
(Woo!)
With your big fine ass
Just like Keith
Gotta make last
Pound you forever we dripping in sweat
fighting that pussy I want my respect
Run down
By the shores of old Lake Michigan
Where the hawk wind blows so cold
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour, the toll
Around his bed,
NO SWEAT
You gotta be cool calm collected
Look your fear in the eye
You gotta be shaking off the pressure
Gotta be taking your time
Had my ups
with my hands
Tied up in those ropes (Your ropes)
Forever and ever, no more (No more)
The midnight sky is the road I'm takin'
Head high up in the clouds
(Tay Keith fuck these niggas up)
I had
To fuck em up again
Big bag Brezzoe in the muthafucka
And we ain’t talking B B B
We talking big bag muthafucka
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