Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Am Computer, artist - Kool Keith. Album song Lost Masters Collection, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 03.08.2009
Record label: Oglio
Song language: English
I Am Computer |
| Freaks get naked, freaks get naked |
| Freaks get naked baby, freaks get naked baby |
| Girl I feel the way you love me, hold me at night and hug me |
| You got the phone from my pocket to beep me and bug me |
| Forget the do rag, I ain’t no thug, gee, I’m more bugged gee |
| Sleep in the bathtub, get rid of the waterbed |
| Move your thongs out to the side |
| Forget the the room, hotel lobby, I bone on the rug, gee |
| Reset the tripod, filming women like Rocco |
| Putting their hands between their legs, with ecstasy |
| I feed the girls like cats, Purina to go |
| Here’s your bowl, they always jump out the shower |
| Doggystyle on the couch, with their heads shedding on my pants |
| Rubbing next to me, you pay me, I’ll pull out a ??? |
| gee |
| You changed up on me, now you gotta pee |
| Freaks get naked, freaks get naked |
| Freaks get naked baby, freaks get naked baby |
| Trojans in the green pack, you lay on the kitchen table |
| And lean back, fruit cocktail and pancakes syrup |
| Flow down your butt crack, ice-cream around your pelvis |
| You’re a star, baby, buy a ticket from New York |
| You wanna meet guys like me, directors in Hollywood, you wanna sell this |
| Win awards in Vegas, slide your g-strings off |
| You’re wit' the top film makers, mid-town traffic |
| I’m meeting with Black Tail, you’re talking to fakers |
| I own a factory, my workers are thong makers |
| Black woman with Carribean shakers |
| I’ve been doin this since Time Square Arcades had Space Invaders |
| Removing your panties off slow on Penn Station escalators |
| I love lesbians, they’re not haters |
| Hunny, you graduated to booty shorts |
| Hands around the missal, you made it to the majors |
| Pick a condom, cherry, strawberry, blue-berry |
| I got all flavors (I got all the flavors…) |
| Freaks get naked, freaks get naked |
| Freaks get naked baby, freaks get naked baby |
| You make the appetizers, I’ma re-connect the DVDs |
| The television is clear, Ghetto Booty in progress |
| Adjust the atennas, hunny, no need for cable |
| I fix the triple X wires, don’t lie if you’re on your time of the month |
| You don’t have to rush, cause internal problems can hold |
| I don’t want the room to smell like car tires, I’m sipping Stolichnayas |
| Butterscotch, soaking your g-spot area from Breyer’s |
| Don’t fool yourself with the toys under your bed — you’re deniers |
| No time to hurt you, they’re looking for screamers, I’m looking for cryers |
| Admire your bed sheet you’re on |
| Careful planning, the one I need to teach you on |
| No regular movie, I rather watch porn |
| Freaks get naked, freaks get naked |
| Freaks get naked baby, freaks get naked baby |