Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Future Galaxy, artist - Kool Keith. Album song Lost Masters Collection, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 03.08.2009
Record label: Oglio
Song language: English
Future Galaxy |
| Whassup? |
| Whassup why don’tcha get your feet off my couch |
| Have some respect when you come in my house |
| (I'm trying to talk to you lady) Y’knahmsayin? |
| Have some respect — did your mother teach you anything? |
| (I'm trying to talk to you lady) That’s right |
| Kool Keith, yeah |
| Yo, I blow them girls back like power jets off my dick |
| You think you quick vic, then come display your whackest shift |
| Trickmaster, faster, asscrack, rectums zapper |
| Pussy stinkin, who brought these freaks yo, what you thinkin |
| That’s on my downplay, your husband rhyme, and sound gay |
| With that fast talk, fast walk, ass is flat on sidewalk |
| Big coochie intakes, digest shrimp, stomach pork |
| Your feedback, smoke weed back, butt naked we don’t need that |
| Shut down yo' circuit, watch me kid, fuckin work it |
| Overtime rhymer, don’t bite my shit like pirahna |
| Fuck rock’n’roll, never catch me man, Cher and Nirvana |
| See-through skirts, burnin brother sticks like fireworks |
| New York in 10-B, apartment house, where her friends be |
| Dykes with mics get played like Cameo the fuckin Chi-Lites |
| Problems I have 'em, that’s right you motherfuckers grab 'em |
| Piss on yo' fish lens, disrespectin all yo' friends |
| Take my food back, your weave out, your fuckin glue back |
| Your hair in pieces, with just enough for chocolate Reese’s |
| Beauty parlor, rings around, check your fuckin collar |
| You on some new shit, so game, I’m movin quick |
| (I'm trying to talk to you lady) oh yeah |
| (I'm trying to talk to you lady) can I talk to you? |
| (I'm trying to talk to you lady) tryin to talk to you |
| (I'm trying to talk to you lady) can I talk to you? |
| Psycho, still klepto, destroy them girls with reps though |
| Niggas pause backstep though, I’m classical, bust asshole |
| Remember 'bout that last ho, you fucked up, you switched up |
| Ran up out the club, took that little cash you bitched up |
| Power strong, my gators long, feel cats, them pussies warm |
| On steam like dream team, peep game with face schemes |
| You make a right I make a left, sound def, my arts and craft |
| Fuck y’all, y’all make me laugh, raw skill with paragraphs |
| Cut ass so fast and have, express rock East and West |
| You fucked up, yo' rap is weak, that shit you talk and how you speak |
| You suck dick I pull yo' tits you wash well, I like yo' clits |
| Top to bottom got 'em movin, hittin screamin stop it man |
| Nasty with — game plan, new style — same man |
| Switch yo with swift flow, Bronx kid, I let you know |
| Alternatin bass and pipes the crowds in this fuckin place |
| Girls get glassed at mad, problems on they fuckin rag |
| Play tags with doo rags, I flame broil, light up fast |
| Girls look, jockin me, there’s no time, stoppin me |
| Groupin me, hatin me, swingin G yo fuck it B |
| Technique that run street, like Celly Cel, I got heat |
| Upbeat, and offbeat, suck my dick, take yo' pick |
| (I'm trying to talk to you lady) tryin to talk to you |
| (I'm trying to talk to you lady) I’m tryin to talk, tryin to talk |
| (I'm trying to talk to you lady) I’m really tryin to talk to you |
| (I'm trying to talk to you lady) I’m tryin to talk, tryin to talk |
| Styles rep from Northwest, shiftin, affectin wreckin |
| Movin on the channel panel, stupid bitch, can you handle |
| Observe words, niggas got you cryin on the curb |
| Enjoy my tempo, rap style, fuckin simple |
| I heard your demo kid, ridin in the fuckin limo |
| Skippin your pause button, ladies melt, press rewind |
| You must be crazy, runnin game out your fuckin mind |
| Stylistic weaves, dirty spot stains on your sleeves |
| Like Beenie Man, turn the track up, girl shut the fuck up |
| My style is dope kid, wind it up, yes I’m open |
| Masquerade, Bacardi flip wigs, turn the party |
| Unique and speakin, shoes shined for the weekend |
| My style is pumped up, in time watch you fuckin jump up |
| Turn up yo' bump up, on stage bring the fuckin punk up |
| Open up hairpiece, music bass, turn the trunk up |
| Prepare for blasthole, up close, I’m in yo' asshole |
| Automatically, you stand there, you fuckin mad at me |
| Whippin yo' lip up, with verbal hits from yo' hip up |
| Stand back and guard crack, P watch yo' fuckin back |
| That girl is crazy |
| (I'm trying to talk to you lady) I’m still tryin to talk to you |
| (I'm trying to talk to you lady) I’m tryin to talk, tryin to talk |
| (I'm trying to talk to you lady) I’m tryin to talk to you baby |
| (I'm trying to talk to you lady) I’m tryin to talk, tryin to talk |
| (I'm trying to talk to you lady) I’m really tryin to talk to you |
| (I'm trying to talk to you) |