Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mental Side Effects (feat. Fat Hed & H), artist - Kool Keith. Album song Diesel Truckers feat. KutMasta Kurt, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.07.2004
Record label: Threshold
Song language: English
Mental Side Effects (feat. Fat Hed & H) |
My mental mental mental side effects |
Without a flaw we give you more |
My mental mental mental side effects |
We come first, you drool with thirst |
My mental mental mental side effects |
You drool with thirst, who come first |
My mental mental mental side effects |
We give you more without a flaw |
My mental pressure for lesser lookin over the wall |
Starin at the dresser it’s open and dope and you hopin |
up down and broken on crack tokin to smokin my songs |
Battle the pain, contain and claim and train and aim |
the same trade, upgrade relayed contacts metaphor |
Complex, kind of sore |
For sure, for tour, for many but more, my shirt velour |
Explore top chicks, white chicks, black chicks |
You move skip flip switch first it’s grab your purses |
Rehearse this, reimbursement, top lyrical president |
Swap evidence, testaments in memory of, the man above |
Style precise, ladies in love, relax in tub |
Me not care about devil thrills, we wield clever quills |
Pop a wheelie spin out peelin rubber wheels |
We on hidden planets, with a cosmic vision |
While you at the crick in the woods eatin chicken |
Spockavelli, you country like pumpkin toss |
You with mics like hot wings with no dunkin sauce |
Fakin moves, you bluffin eyebrow pluckin |
Call me Tex-Mex shuckin diesel truckin |
Y’all need money, y’all need inspiration |
Got that milk breath with a hesitation |
Oval Office, nature of the beast |
Cold profits, reachin towards the East |
We so effervescent, get yo’panties stretchin |
Got your kid in the alley, teach him a lesson |
He’s confessin; |
we know what you after |
I’m thinkin movin faster than puppet master |
I’m pickin up money, rollin with homies |
Leavin them lonely, only few, I’m stickin to Jakes, new cake shit |
Sometimes they call me, wishin they knew me Nuttin can move me, groovy, uhh |
Sayin I’ll call, political, radical |
And at you all, I’m doin it Tellin me, often-ly |
Surprising me, they paying me Coming to slang, tryin to hang |
I’m sittin on thangs, that’s real big |
You don’t know, you don’t show no cash flow, the chicks know |
Riffin and steppin no weapon and dead 'em |
You send 'em I kill 'em you reckon |
The money we make, the hookers we take |
Your pockets we shake for cake, uhh |
Homey I promise, Jakes ain’t honest |
Tarnished Jakes ain’t modest duke |
Benjamin, Kenneth did a good job with the Germans behind you |
In your mind you think you’re incredible |
But Benny, I wore the Black Elvis wig |
Now you wear it I took off the wig, you just puttin it on |
I got bored and left L.A. |
I’m very impressed Benjamin, you just movin into L.A. |
Are you a star fool? |
Or do you wanna put down that pride you hide, and do a track together? |
You let me know Benjamin |