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To all the coons, I say "Hi!"-de-ho
Produced by the mighty pro
Crazy Kay Gee kickin' hit's like Karate Joe
Always with the mind every time to
Blame it

albums on his wish list
Love to listen far from reality, love the distance
Yeah in his mind them world was better
Felt his reality was lesser
Expressed in

In Your Face

Kool Keith

Sex Style

1997

songs to the fuckin president 

I been spendin my ASCAP, waitin out there brain-walkin 

up with hit records on feet, in the fuckin rain 

Through

let's gone up to the top drop that album
So by this time next year we will be chilling in Belize
Let's get it
End of message, to erase this, messaged

future daughter or son
The streams from this album gon' pay for your college funds (Limbo)
The circle of life could make a man feel like the one
Just

some chicks and get some digits
And the DJ's playing them hits
Oh this my jam, this my shit
We don't know a word to a verse
All we know is the chorus

to the flow
That's just how it go, YT he my bro
We just hit the soul, we just hit the road
YT and I gon hit the road do some show save some souls
Yea, YT When

been saying we should make a baby
File folders I'm climbin over that nonsense
I'm older by five more still pride over my content
Got the cheese,

a mack and you turnin
Up the black in you
Skill for skill you the minor we the major
I grade your whole album like
A bad term paper
ZERO, don't be a fan!

off like a target
Gettin beat down by an mc shartin
Now labels sellin your album in major markets
But nobodies bought it
You lost it when you thought

Writer, fiber optics on high fiber
Move
Quick like that, no, I go as, "ain't shit like that"
Magnum entendre, rollin' on a rubber
Hit Virgin for

from me to you"

Get hit in that, die, padded cells in the mornin'
Bricks after five, watch the Knicks lose and still act surprised (rip)
You never

the fence)
This one is a hit and I'm aiming for the fence
Don’t put me in that game
I’m gon’ turn into a massacre
I’m down by a lot
I flip the script quick

Yo, I've been sat back, relaxed with rap, I almost let the passion pass
Procrastinating rapping Have them asking where the album at
So fuck it, y'all

Yo, I've been sat back, relaxed with rap, I almost let the passion pass
Procrastinating rapping Have them asking where the album at
So fuck it, y'all

And bro, I'm like so, I'm so like, I'm so like
Lookin' forward to your album
I'm so, cause I sow how hard you worked for this album
I'm like so,
So excited

nigga?
By the end of the record I will have ended you niggas
These niggas hate to see him playing off the script that he wrote
They be like "Why he call

on the block by the way
Bass hitting your ears like a tidal wave
I could go all day
My fall of inevitable, but not today
My ex cried to this album lets keep it

six albums in two years and
Every damn one hit the Billboards
And I kicked a twist and hit number two with
That country album that I made for 'em
Then

I've been gone
539 days it's been long
I got game and I got bars
I swerve around and I crash cars
On the way to school I don't hit pause
Keep

Yuh, yuh, okay
Look, I'ma just hop in that big body tonka
I'ma just fuck on your bitch for an whole album
Keep talkin' this shit, you not with

one
Just da money, da guns, and da drugs
Stick icky by the pound
Yes
Slangin' bullets by the round
Damn
Wait until the next album out
We'll get ya all

Compilations
Compilations

Classic eighties countdown, one hit wonders too
Man that Counting Crows song has me feelin' kind of blue
Sold by MTV-jays, marketed

a Maxo C, I ain't coppin no p's
I'll squash no beef I started yuh
Hit a op block no warning yuh
Fuck a drive-by I'm parking huh
Walk a nigga down with