Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Space Center, 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
Space Center |
| Hello? |
| This Keith, you’re all by yourself? |
| Girl you’re about to take a shower |
| Get in the bathtub, get your back scrubbed |
| Massagin your neck, feet rubbed |
| Baby oil on your toes while you get wet to my flows |
| I get turned on by the belly piercing |
| Your little ring in your nose |
| Decision makin you chose |
| Smell my cologne, fluctuatin your clothes |
| Me and McBenson |
| Project chicks in the green S-500 with extensions |
| From New York to Virginia to the Pocanos |
| In Cancun I send you to Rio De Janeiro, Brazil |
| Keith ill |
| First man from New York City housin to have his face on a $ 30 bill |
| Chauffeur impressed, with sneakers on, dressed to kill |
| Telephone girlfriend (dressed to kill) |
| Telephone girlfriend (dressed to kill, dressed to kill) |
| Telephone girlfriend |
| Answer the phone honey |
| You lay on my chest like Max Julien, Cleopatra status |
| Coke bottle shape, Miss Nubian |
| Watch your sheer nightgown in the bathroom light |
| With cameltoe showin, I can tell you tight |
| Loose jeans don’t work, my job is to convert |
| Act like I don’t know the bottles are there |
| I can see through your shirt |
| While you listen to some wack MC’s turned Smokey Robinson on |
| No time for incoming calls, b-boys stay mad |
| Actin buddy and funny, walkin around for beats won’t work |
| Shut your status and timin |
| I don’t wanna have a career too extreme |
| But ladies think I’m Frankie Lymon |
| They think I’m Frankie |
| In the living room, on the couch and sofa |
| Mature female, you act older |
| No problem at all when I walk witchu to the mall |
| Circle the parking lot, you park and hot |
| At night you booty call, we order things from Pink Dot |
| Blockbuster movies, Maxim, Hustler, got you in Spike leather jackets |
| With tats on your stomach like a wrestler |
| You challenge the taste tester |
| Like Gomez used to kiss on Morticia, in front of Uncle Fester |
| Charming my dear, kissin you around your ear |
| Arms and palms, legs and thighs |
| Don’t be surprised (don't be surprised) |
| (dressed to kill, dressed to kill, dressed) |
| Telephone girlfriend |
| {"We're sorry, your call cannot be completed as dialed") |