Lyrics:
where shower shoes
Five more seconds on the clock
Your whole box been jumped on by the Doc hopscotch
[ Biz Markie ]
As we continue on
To the break
Spit right off of the dome
Gettin stuck in my teeth
I'm the Toby Keith of the streets
Overloaded with speech
Because I'm a whole different breed
So don't
traffic car tires squeal
Not havin' it, bashin your style I'm somethin' drastic
Biblically, theoretically, practically speaklin' who
want to step in
confiscate it, it's like fake, it wasn't made by me,
Red - show'em who you be...
(Redman)
Oh, it's my turn to burn, to wax again,
It be's that nigga
the E Double (who?) The Funklord, god damn
Yo I'm swingin more shit than Tarzan (word em up)
I freak the ill tactics cause I'ma ghetto bastard
Some say
to drugs
proud enough to call me your son
i be livin for the family name
wishing that my kids will say same
they will exclaim
look at what daddy became
i am
olde e, cans 40's and quarts
With creativity, and original thought
And a twist of fate I twist your face, don't get caught
[Chorus: Keith Murray]
fight back, so you can get dropped
It`s time to see who`s nice and who can really rap
I smack the taste out your mouth, you want to be a mack
I`m not
White man just rulin'
The Niggas With Attitudes, who ya foolin'?
Y'all niggas just phony
I put that on my mama and my dead homies
Yella Boy's on your
White man just rulin'
The Niggas With Attitudes, who ya foolin'?
Y'all niggas just phony
I put that on my mama and my dead homies
Yella Boy's on your
Then we hit up the shops For some street taco meat
That shit's so stinky
You might have to brush Your teeth
We're so American up here
We listen to Toby
(Bang)
No toy with the Travis Meal?
Did Kylie take all the plastic? (What)
Kevin can tell that your fans are bad
Covered by pricks like a Cactus, Jacques
the strippers that be stripping for them tips
Big ol' ass, big ol' tits
Fat ass pussy, pretty ass lips
Baby you amazing
Tell me who your creeping with, I
the strippers that be stripping for them tips
Big ol' ass, big ol' tits
Fat ass pussy, pretty ass lips
Baby you amazing
Tell me who your creeping with, I
"Who dis?"
The man on the mic's right, cover your styles tonight
I do my duty destruct, take skin off your booty
Masquerade man is ill, Keith
Hailie baby, your daddy's busy
Daddy's writing a song, this song ain't gon' write itself
I give you one underdog, and you gotta swing by yourself"
Then
me
Only way I'd go back to church is if I get signed by Pastor Toby
Bere lowo M cash, that's my brother, we're from the fucking trenches
He knows I'm
My whole world
Was built by daddy's hand
Our whole wide world
Was built by daddy's hand
My whole world
We grew up four doors down
Me and Dre had
hard in your real job as a
Sexy model
But we hang out and do cool stuff at the weekends
Because you're a lady
A real lady
Who is real
Why would I make
of your car
And listened to Toby Keith
Then you wanted to get pizza
So we walked right down the street
Ned came after the concert
Said it sounded pretty
Wanna feel the sunshine
On my face
While the wind flows by
When I'm in my mind
Every night yeah
And It's alright
When I'm all alone
And I'm outta
(My style is the best)
[Kool Keith]
The club is open catch this
I wreck it swing it, get slinged
Get styles is smooth, styles is sweet
Styles
there's a Heaven, you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passin' by in a stroller remindin'
[Kool Keith]
Yeah!
One two.. Smut Peddlers
Cool Keith.. in the place
(I stays actin like that!)
Pose for TV in lightning dub fashion
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