Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 27 Shots, artist - Kool Keith. Album song Matthew, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 26.07.2000
Record label: funky ass, Threshold
Song language: English
27 Shots |
| They try to say California is plastic |
| I think New York got the most plastic niggaz too |
| Fuck all you niggaz comin' out to the Soul Train Awards |
| With them pop ass headsets around your ears like Britney Spears |
| That’s some old Bobby Brown and New Edition shit |
| That’s some old real Michael Jackson shit, I’m comin' with Crazy Vic |
| Let me hear you tryin' to copy my shit, fuck the impact eventually |
| 'Cause there’s a lot of corny niggaz performin' out there |
| Fat stomachs, make-up and eye glare, what the fuck do I care? |
| Niggaz with they ass out, groupies in cheap motels tryin' to fuck |
| And crash out, motherfuckers ain’t networkin', strippers checkin' in |
| Motherfuckers on motorcycles, pickup trucks with license plates on 'em |
| Bringin' mad shit from down South, big after parties |
| I’ma turn my phone off, I don’t wanna shake hands, meet no-fuckin'-body |
| Arrogant bastard, no commercial shit, break your neck |
| Suck my dick in the world, fuck the critics, everything I make is a hit |
| Fuck you applehead motherfuckers tryin' to make |
| Some old Carribean mixed with that Trinity keyboard shit |
| Hip-Hop shit, that’s some old Broadway musical shit |
| I don’t even listen to that cartoon shit |
| Tell your A&R and his wife to get out my fuckin' life |
| 27 shots, 27 shots, 27 shots |
| Shut up, listen to my shit 'cause yo cassette single is gay |
| Writin' that bullshit, I hear on the radio by these homo niggaz everyday |
| Butter soft, sissy shit, I got the real tell it like it is pissy shit |
| Yo shit is some fake ass gorilla code shit, white suits, mansion yachts |
| Scared ass nigga doin' videos, buyin' models on some boat shit |
| I tell you straight G, I can’t fuck with it, girls still messin' with you |
| Your shit is wack, any bitch in they right mind |
| Shouldn’t have sex with you, rusty nigga that don’t use soap |
| I fuck around and piss all over your leather, faggot ass trenchcoat |
| Don’t ever act hardcore, you’s a suburban nigga, you get serviced nigga |
| You never even been in a fuckin' street fight |
| Look at your old photo album pictures, you’s a bunch of hype |
| Kiss my ass, nobody picked up the fuckin' mic, untalented bitch |
| Like you some wild ass, inner city kid from the projects, who’s next? |
| 27 shots, 27 shots, 27 shots |
| Then I really disrespect all production out there |
| That bullshit niggaz programmin', fuck Johnny Hammond, Sonny Stitch |
| That shit ain’t gettin' you rich, just a packed crowd, low bitches |
| A bunch of fuckin' dicks, I’d rather see some ass |
| A nice club with a fat ass |
| And all you motherfuckers actin' like you Jamaican |
| American to the core, copyin' that shit on tour |
| Y’all niggaz be against speakers with your ears sore, stank ass boots |
| With no socks on, fuckin' up the dancefloor, since when you ate codfish |
| And meat patties? |
| I got cousins with Jheri curls in Caddies |
| 27 shots, 27 shots, 27 shots |