| Kool… KEITH! |
| Lost Masters
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| Part 2, you got Part 1
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| Part 2… yeah
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| I make danger on the tricks forever
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| Piss on you more, if you get better
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| You don’t wanna fuck around with the professional work
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| I’ma wipe my ass tonight wit’cha white Coogi sweater
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| Shit inside the pockets of your leather
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| Punch the clock, cheeseface nigga, put up your cheddar
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| Mad Cow disease nigga, you ain’t no MC nigga
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| Fuck up your studio time with a bullshit rhyme
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| I been in limo’s since you was nine
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| Mountain climbin with dimes
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| Ladies know I’m simple with mines
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| New York bitches is too slow for me
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| I shit on your face on national TV
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| Let the public see me piss off the Hollywood sign
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| My construction booth stomp on these beats hard
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| Fuck you I work overtime, at the check cashin place
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| I spray your bitch ass with mace
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| Barfin these Wendy’s hamburgers
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| All over your Reeboks and all over your face, BLEWAAWHH
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| Whack-ass nigga all over your shoelace
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| Too funky two-face, too funky for you stiff motherfuckers
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| I got too much bass, call me Ace
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| La-Da-Da-Da, nigga, nothin but Prada nigga
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| Play this shit in the club, with a mean mug!
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| Piss on motherfuckers in the curtain
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| Light a match, pour gasoline on your fuckin rug
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| Urinator, gators piss on the back of your denim suit
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| HA HA HA! |
| You got the dog shit on the back of your heels
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| Fucked up position, the shoe man
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| Can’t take care of the back of your sneaker
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| The mack and the skill, blow your asshole out the box office
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| Like Jaws, I bought a retarded shark
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| Retarded in the dark, movin shit off your tugboat with gills
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| You fuckin with Hennessy? |
| I don’t fuck with cocaine
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| I don’t need the fuckin ecstasy pills
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| Top notch, unequal, it’s hot in here
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| Crowded house party with eight thousand people
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| Urinated in the fruit punch, while y’all light and blaze blunts
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| Krispy Kreme donuts, you boxed up stale bastards
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| Like Captain Crunch, champagne buckets and Caraon on ice
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| Designer nice, the waiter lookin for the tips
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| Make her pay him twice, perpetrating on precise
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| MTV material, cameramen, a lot of flashes
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| Zoom on your fake asses, bouncers lookin for VIP wrist passes
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| Dark corners brothers
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| Temporary secretary, workin at Warner Brothers
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| I’m warnin others, admire the fakers, buffalo wings nigga
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| You in the front seat, front row, watchin the fuckin Lakers
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| TV screen, overnight basketball fan
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| You ain’t no overnight basketball man |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dark Thought (Outro), artist - Kool Keith. Album song Lost Masters Collection, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп