| Yeah, check it out
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| Kool Keith is back y’all
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| Big Wille, Papa Large, kickin' the funk for you
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| Jealous people out there, check it out
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| I see you moving your feet, bopin' ya head
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| Noddin' ya head, dropin' ya head
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| The sounds of the phantom, kickin' on the dance floor
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| You move and boogie more
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| I represent for the world like the president
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| Strong as a bag of dust, style like and elephant
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| No rapper out there, MC’s on my public hair
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| Girls stare, section 8, I’m on welfare
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| Collectin' papes and hearing whack city tapes
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| You in the fruit crew rappin' with a bunch of grapes
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| I see MC’s on videos and the music box
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| That story’s weak that your mean and you’re bustin' Glocks
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| You’re just an old stone kid, pebble throwin' rocks
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| I’d rather drive and ooh with your girl friend
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| Your man is ugly the kid look like Gentle Ben
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| Don’t get hype 'cause your style man ain’t my type
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| You better step off I see it in your eye
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| Don’t get jealous your heart pumps rubba love, rubba love
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| Don’t get jealous your heart pumps rubba love, rubba love
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| Don’t get jealous your heart pumps rubba love, rubba love
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| Don’t get jealous your heart pumps rubba love, rubba love
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| Back again my friend, I drop you spin the record
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| One stations' confused and the others can’t check it
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| You playin' stuff to me that sounds local
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| I didn’t even hear it down south in Acapulco
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| I write national you play it for the whole world
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| Brothers with the perm and girls with the Jheri Curl
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| So many rapper, I have to call Sandman
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| Do, do in the pollo and everybody’s whack, man
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| I watch BET and MTV
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| Around the globe all the girls wanna see me
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| I’m in your club tonight, I can wear a suit
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| With my man Malik, L.O., spendin' mega loot
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| My pockets fat, my Caddy with a diamondback
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| Mature honey’s get wet, wanna hit the sack
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| I count 10 though and throw it on a Coup De Ville
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| I’m up in Burbank with acres out in Cherry Hill
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| I’m livin' stupid and people think I’m Bob Barker
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| With my food stamps, I’m home watchin' Archie Bunker
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| My neighbor’s nosy that old lady Rosie
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| Sucka’s in the musical biz think they know me
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| They buyin' charts and flicks in the Billboard
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| Can’t rap for crap with nerve to hold a mic chord
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| I cut radio waves with a Zoro Sword
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| You think I’m small lady in the red Ford
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| You in the mirror lookin' in my face
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| Ah ha, so that’s how it is?
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| Don’t get jealous your heart pumps rubba love, rubba love
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| Don’t get jealous your heart pumps rubba love, rubba love
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| Don’t get jealous your heart pumps rubba love, rubba love
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| Don’t get jealous your heart pumps rubba love, rubba love
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| Third and Lex I fix my radio a sudden change
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| That R&B live band with singers sounds strange
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| Everybody’s a fool if you think it’s cool
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| Sittin' with Ex-Lax on the potty stool
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| I got tissue for you in the projects
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| Playin' the bomb drinkin' Balantine X
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| I see brothers in cars pump they Alpine
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| They bought Snoop Dog and want a free tape of mine
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| Shame on you baby paw you so cheap
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| I hop in a Cadillac and drive up the street
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| I see my man, my tape he bought in his hand
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| He got green stacks and props in a rubber band
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| I’m on the wheel side drivin' on the left side
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| Checkin' out honey dips and freaks on the westside
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| I got big blow and all sorts of Bubble Yum
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| Bad breath kids step, rappers need chewing gum
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| I’m like De La, droppin' kickin' more soul
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| Sounds are new and they drum machines sound old
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| Lyrical dummies, I make 'em turn do a summy
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| Girls surprised I’m black and I’m not bummy
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| I ride the train and still flip out on your brain
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| I move your dome to a lot lift it with a crane
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| You on my D head get back off my chisel
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| Chic a chic, ah wee
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| Don’t get jealous your heart pumps rubba love, rubba love
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| Don’t get jealous your heart pumps rubba love, rubba love
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| Don’t get jealous your heart pumps rubba love, rubba love
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| Don’t get jealous your heart pumps rubba love, rubba love
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| Yeah this goes out to all the people in the world
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| Who are still jealous
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| Jealous of the next man, jealous of the next girl
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| That’s right, still jealous, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rubba Love, artist - Kool Keith. Album song Sex Style Unreleased Archives, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп