| New Nancy Des Rosey-ay
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| Keith you can hold this track down for me
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| I’m goin upstairs to change, I gotta get on stage
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| Aight? |
| I’ll be back later
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| My commodes are larger, I call rappers to look at the feces
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| 800 pounds, my pet tiger feed you whack niggas a bowl of doo doo
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| Anything you play my pee will stain
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| Yellow spots from the pilgrims cause pain
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| George Westinghouse started the light that beamed on the mouse
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| Imagine an apartment in Riverdale
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| With five Belve' bottles with defecation on the couch
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| Soiled clothes in the hamper warned everybody including your hypeman
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| Global maximum urine piss on the core of the city
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| Leavin New York police department with Pampers, with KF’s chicken baby
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| My Uncle’s Colonel Sanders, watch the mixtape niggas don’t even know yet
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| Pressin up homosexuals that ain’t even pro yet
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| I vomit on most rappers gettin off a private jet
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| Australian orango' tango, Akita dog Asian that’s my private pet
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| Tighten up in Jersey kid writin some ol' cow shit, while you watchin the Nets
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| Your top performance is low to me, your chihuahua that’s your apex
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| I respect the Taco Bell dog better than you, cause he’s cleverer than you
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| Shorty, just take off your clothes
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| Take 'em off (I wanna take it off)
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| Shorty, take off your clothes
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| Take 'em off (I wanna take it off)
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| Palm trees, blue seas, ships, outfits
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| I dip right into some jumpin mix
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| Twist and flip it over to the other side
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| The people say OHH-LA CHU-LA
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| I’m hot to trot, Hollywood can’t stop what I got
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| Like special student of pot
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| A remix recipe, go back to your shop
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| Inspect your beats, I’m recreating the streets, hits that fit
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| You gotta go home to take that Prozac
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| Cause your shit is whack, you lack the ac'
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| I come with what attacks, don’t counter contract
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| I stay packed with fly tracks, flavors everywhere
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| I dare you to try and fly with me full speed ahead
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| You got no deal, I’m the real
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| Down Melrose on a shoppin spree simply for me
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| You see some fly shit, made just for me
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| On an island in the Highlands, you can’t reach me, you can’t teach me
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| I’m way out in the Pacific, Atlantic, the Red Sea
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| It’s all just a breeze, a real, a meal, I heal
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| Open all the seals
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| Yo… yo, yo, yo
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| Let me take you there, UHH, UHH
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| C’mon, bash the club, we don’t care
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| Strippers lapdance, shakin they tail, it’s a crazy night
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| We take 'em out like every night
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| Let’s go, that’s how we do, back to the city
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| Crack backs real fast in the quickie
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| I know you like that, G-strings come off
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| With your black tights, we can go nuts
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| Slap that ass… UHH
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| We can get drunk, smack that ass
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| Those high boots
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| Full length fishnet black body suits
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| A sexy tan (yeah)
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| I’m a big fan, big fan baby
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| Chicks love me, call me a big man
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| A freak by nature, don’t be a hater
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| Drink it up right out of the alligators
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| Yo, we in the elevator
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| Gettin naked, Bonaventure
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| They can see us, baby don’t fake it |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Take It Off , by - Kool Keith. Song from the album Dr. Octagon Pt. 2 / Bosses In the Booth, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп