| Yeah, the diesel truckers, with, Kool Keith
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| Marc Live, Jacky Jasper
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| We come international, and rational
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| I saw the Grammy’s, I wasn’t impressed with that
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| A lot of stylists overdressed that
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| Was I wrong? |
| Who was the best at
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| Two cases on Stoli’s, eight thousand for this man you owe me
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| I left the V.I.P. |
| section lonely
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| Me, white folks, Don Juan played the back
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| The women chose me over guess who? |
| Pretty Toney
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| Kid I got your lady signed to Sony
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| Girls tell Bobby I’m the real tenderoni
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| New York’s best verse carrier
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| You better scoop her, before I marry her
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| Award winnder without rims
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| Tap your dimepiece without spinners
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| JVC, LL soapbox with the antennas
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| I get hard on aspirin cups filled with Guinness
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| The Ernie Onassis, with masters, with Marc and Jack Jasper
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| Sunday clean gators on the pastor
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| Go 'head player, youse a wallflower
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| Scared to talk to her, I’ma ask her
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| Rep it at the casino, walk in your presence
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| Miami’s biggest problem
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| Whack rappers want me out the game like Al Pacino
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| We pop bottles, washed up models (bamboozled)
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| Runny makeup, celebrities, uncensored
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| Paparazzi, Sunset Boulevard
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| Forty-second street, Las Vegas, South Beach
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| I seen a lot of rappers turn soft, I turn my TV off (uh)
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| And thugs got commercials (yea) thugs in commercials (uh)
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| And everybody’s chick turned gladiator and shit
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| No pimps, no hustlers, yo where’s your whips
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| No Maybachs, no Lambos on the field
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| Towncar, ridin Music Express
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| And yo' the winner is — effervesence (that's right)
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| Your rhymes didn’t win, your rhymes didn’t get shit (oh!)
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| They like the way you move in tight suits (that's right)
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| And gay-ass 70 boots
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| You the best example, yo the industry is whack yo
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| Now you can bet your label and your Phantom on that
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| See rappers don’t want no parts of men
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| They zombies, +28 Days+ all over again
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| Everybody’s scared, runnin again
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| They bonecrush ya, monkeys in the cage again
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| Celebrity nigga, broke a MC pimp nigga
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| Show up on the scene (nigga)
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| Trackin cream, so obscene
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| You can’t come clean, fast money I fiend
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| I know the score, your mother-in-law
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| My money is more, she’s leavin him poor
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| I know the game, ask Rick James
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| I don’t complain and I won’t explain
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| Go fetch, I draw the sketch
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| You won’t catch, I got the niche (bitch)
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| The chips won’t switch, she’s not a bitch
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| I’ll take the chips, she’s on my dick
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| They flowin in, steppin on up the money out
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| Hiccup, bitch shut the fuck up (what)
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| What is wrong, income’s right
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| The street’s my wife, the street’s my life, uh |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bamboozled, artist - Kool Keith. Album song Diesel Truckers feat. KutMasta Kurt, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп