Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Drugs, artist - Kool Keith. Album song Drugs, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 11.12.2011
Record label: Sugarcane
Song language: English
Drugs |
Tie my arm up at night between shows |
Takin soda tops off of soda pops |
I used to be up all night in the living room |
Smokin a lot of weed with the Four Tops |
Makin collect calls back home to my pops |
My little brother said, «Keith — you need to stop!» |
I knew something was wrong |
When I gave away my VHS and sold a pair of my socks |
The IRS callin me, gettin on my nerve, I was warned by Redd Foxx |
My girl, «Keith you seen my diamond rings in the jewelry box?» |
I don’t know; |
last night you and Chaka Khan was in here sniffin blow |
I was in the room sweatin thinkin about the rent playin bingo |
The landlord said the first of the month, we gotta go |
Packed up my bag and met Darryl Strawberry in the mall |
I told James Brown stop smokin angel dust and the pis-tal |
He wanted to go up to the Olive Garden and start a resteraunt brawl |
«Mary J. Blige, my son don’t accept them type of phone calls» |
I can’t come out tonight, my Bic lighter don’t light |
I heard you and K-Ci in the background |
I’m screamin did the cops come and break up the fight? |
All the crack and the drugs, make me feel, the way I feel |
All the crack and the drugs. |
drugs. |
All the crack and the drugs, make me feel, the way I feel |
All the crack and the drugs. |
Freebasin eighteen pounds of coke with Marvin Gaye |
Put that on the table, let’s parlay |
With Smokey Robinson and Bootsy, lightin aluminum foil |
Watch that crack pipe boil |
With Richard Pryor we burned the house down gettin higher |
Don’t think I’m bluffin |
Meet Tommy Lee Curtis, Keith Richards, Eddie Kingwards and David Ruffin |
Rick James was in the kitchen lightin the flame |
And Mousey’s trapped with Cuba Gooding Sr |
I don’t want nobody to know my name |
I kept glasses on it was a damn shame |
Losin weight, fallin out in big arenas |
The same guy who used to deal to me |
Deals to Whitney and Bobby, meet Ike and Tina |
Every Saturday mansions was packed, «Hey Jimmy you got the smack?» |
Shut up! |
You don’t know how to act |
All the crack and the drugs, make me feel, the way I feel |
All the crack and the drugs. |
drugs. |
All the crack and the drugs, make me feel, the way I feel |
All the crack and the drugs. |
Crystal methane. |
and heroin and quaaludes. |
A relapse, of your mind |
Angel dust, ecstasy, sniffin coke baby. |
Got the best of me-heee-heeeee. |
I got rits, withdrawals, my symptoms of pain |
Rush me to the hosss-pi-tallll. |
Oooh, ooh baby |
Get this monkey off of MY MY MY BACK! |
And get him off of me |
Get the monkey off my BACK! |
Baby! |
Get the monkey |
And get the monkey off my back now. |