Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dark Vadar, artist - Kool Keith. Album song Official Space Tape, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.07.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Junkadelic
Song language: English
Dark Vadar |
Yes |
I have two tickets to the NAACP Awards |
The Image Awards |
Secret Servicemen, you can sit down |
My seats are in the front row, I hate to be so arrogant |
But I am. |
I have two tickets, Keith, and Esham |
And also, backstage passes |
For the afterparty, thank you |
Black starship control, walk like I’m Darth Vader |
My green limousine, purple Maury alligators |
Glow in the dark Pele jacket |
Shoes shine in your face accurate |
Never seen a leather jacket with lights in the back of it |
Custom made by the kids who sew and makes clothes for Prince and Sisqo |
I’m 2004 beyond the average club music and disco |
I take cities by storm |
Drop deep like hills in San Francisco |
Cookout with hoodrats and fried chicken and Crisco |
After dinner, girls come over in lingerie |
Bake sugar cookies and ginger snaps from Nabisco |
Even nighttime, we bust a night rhyme |
Ridin fluently into the mountains with briefcases countin |
Millions and billions and zillions |
And quintrillions, in mansions talkin to chameleons |
Dark Vadar |
Dark Vadar, watchin DVD’s with his new fader |
And may the, force be witchu |
Back on the scene with a pocket full of green |
And I’m speedin like I’m caffeine |
Intergalactic, super tactics, sultan with this rapping |
Pull up, tinted out limousines, in Detroit I am never seen |
Plus I keep a motherfuckin laser beam |
To blow away your motherfuckin pale team |
Crazy as this shit might seem |
Livin in a nightmare, not a dream |
All my life I been a microphone fiend |
You want the title? |
Step in the ring |
You ain’t tryin to hear me, get your ear bit off |
May the force be witchu when I turn your shit off |
Star Wars, me and Keith in the bar with scores of whores |
And the tours for whores |
Pimps push Cadillacs |
Gorilla macks swingin the battle-axe |
Since I was sippin Similak |
But I wanna be breastfed by Princess Leia, playa |
Me and Keith new millenium rhyme sayers |
Too futuristic, for you to miss this shit |
And if you do, may the force be witchu |