Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Can't Fuck Wit This, artist - Kool Keith. Album song Lost Masters Collection, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 03.08.2009
Record label: Oglio
Song language: English
Can't Fuck Wit This |
Yeah! |
This goes out to all you fake-ass motherfuckers |
Doin your bullshit-ass parties (yeah, we in here) |
You motherfuckers are fake, you look like it |
We know you look like it |
Look at your fuckin familiar face |
The nine can’t fuck with this, Hot 97 smell like piss (Casanova) |
Latex on my dick, on my wrists (on my wristssss) |
Can’t fuck with this, Hot 97 smell like piss (Gun Hill Road) |
Latex on my dick, on my wrists |
Can’t fuck with this, Hot 97 smell like piss (Newark, New Jersey) |
Latex on my dick, on my wristssss |
Hypin up niggas too much, bullshit’s goin down |
I don’t give a fuck about Howston Street |
That’s where they suckin dicks all day, niggas meet |
Play what you told to play, Flavmaster-ass nigga |
You can’t even cut straight, a DJ fast nigga |
Y’all niggas is monkeys with cups! |
With that bullshit playlist, Arbitron even say you SUCK |
Billboard hate you; |
you corny motherfuckers are fake too |
Wit’cha robot format, stick a bomb on your asscrack |
Who sponsor you motherfuckers, Speed stick deodorant |
You motherfuckers yeah — you owe the rent |
Get rid of your staff they make me laugh with that local-ass shit |
Y’all play all day talkin shit |
And sittin on the toilet even Clear Channel’s mad |
All y’all do is flush toilets and shit all day |
Report some ol' bullshit to BDS, like y’all the best |
Transexuals, walkin up there with a fuckin dress |
Even Wendy Williams say you motherfuckers be up in girdles and bras |
Gettin they fuckin nails pressed |
Hot 97 smell like piss |
Latex on my dick, on my wristssss |
Can’t fuck with this, Hot 97 smell like piss |
Latex on my dick, on my wristssss |
Fuck if we ready it’s war on the station |
Taliban, car bomb the whole fuckin place in |
Duct tape, the receptionist, boxcut up, the security |
Gun down the P.D.; |
hold Angie Mar' |
I strip her naked tie the bitch to the front of the door |
I kick her face in; |
tie dynamite, to her nipples |
I put a dildo in her mouth and if she moves flip the switch dude |
It’s doom, aiyyo the end of an era |
Backstabbin bastards, no-talent asses |
Angie got a bastard child by Nokio (faggot) |
That has-been groupie bitch shoulda fuckin known |
Flex is a fruitcake nigga, fat faggot |
Transvestite lover on Hunt’s Point every night |
Do a show with RuPaul, troublemaker, softest nigga |
In the city, guys cum on his fuckin titty |
The worst DJ on KISS, you owe Chuck Chillout bitch |
You got nerve to act large trick |
You duck and hide, too many niggas gettin shot outside (Game) |
You gon' learn when that car show gets interrupted |
A news break, they drove a Navi through your fuckin gate |
The type of niggas y’all fuck with little kids havin incest |
A couple of years ago y’all was the first critics with that bullshit |
Talkin about down South was weak, y’all was dissin Mannie Fresh |
Only when Snoop come to town, y’all play his shit |
Actin like y’all supportin the West; |
lyin-ass niggas |
Frank Crock' tryin-ass niggas |
Slick suckin dick-ass niggas |
Nuts when they get into town; |
I was listenin to Master P and shit |
When you motherfuckers was hatin 'em |
Now all of a sudden Lil Jon is hot, and blew up |
Now you gon' stand in the music bitch and act CRUNK |
Now you tryin to get DOWN, late-ass nigga |
I hate a fake-ass nigga, strawberry shake-ass nigga |