Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Can Make This Work, artist - Kool Keith. Album song Demolition Crash, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.05.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Junkadelic
Song language: English
I Can Make This Work |
Ooh-wee |
Kool Keith, is that you darling? |
They call me Santa |
Ah, ah, ah, I can make this work |
I can make this work |
I can make this work |
Come on, I bloody shit up, you can call me Kotex |
And I cut checks, nigga, fuck who got next |
You can wear a body vest, we gunning for your head |
Straight business, kid, no witness, kid, I’ll leave your mother dead |
I roll with the killers, the monsters, the |
Santa runs the charts, the streets, it’s just come on |
I ain’t a Barbie, I’m a porcelain chick |
Shout out to Young Neck, mami, get them chips |
You see, my mission is to take over the world |
Fuck the diamonds and the pearls, and the beefing with the girls |
Come on, raising the bar while I’m taking a bar |
And them corporate cats mad I got my tips in their jar |
You see I could have been a sucker, signed for half a mil' |
But y’all can suck a dick and keep your 360 deals |
'Cause, I’m the bitch that the streets really feel |
And everybody knows real recognize real |
I got the hoop flooded like roaches |
Watch how I approach this |
So gutter, you would think that I was loc’n |
Silly rabbit, it’s a habit to grab it |
Make your rap career disappear quicker than magic |
I’m like, fuck you, pay me, I’m such a fucking lady |
Brooklyn, bitch, it’s there, we so crazy |
Coming full force, better call the MD’s |
Call the doctors, call the medics, just don’t call the D’s |
'Cause fuck the, fuck the, fuck-fuck the police |
I’m a real gangster bitch, we handle beef in the streets |
And please excuse my potty mouth, shit, I’m on my period |
I’m here to take this mother, mother, mother over, period |
I’m Malcolm X side with twin drinking that Hypnotiq |
In Hollywood, give you the face with College and 14th street with the heat |
I’ll put you under the cosmopolitan suite back, push the heat back |
You need snacks, ice packs on the knees |
Get in the street, dunk like Dominique on with Top Ramen week |
You got a colonic up the cheek because I’m Musiq Soulchild |
My void be full of new now, cattle, I raise new cows |
Come out the shower, pop your ass with two towels |
Snap your gum with your toes snappy, that’s the swaggy |
Analytical tip biter, rhyme all-nighter |
Your legs look tighter and tighter |
Arthritis MacGuyver make your man shit out a screwdriver |
Cook cayenne pep', Chinese food, drinking Schweppes |
Goggles on the X-Man, my shirt show the glow in the dark X |
Xavier McDan, I had wool before Woolworth |
How the fuck you gonna wear a $ 9,000 suit with Thom McAnn |