Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Take It Off , by - Kool Keith. Release date: 22.11.2010
Song language: English
Take It Off |
| New Nancy Des Rosey-ay |
| Keith you can hold this track down for me |
| I’m goin upstairs to change, I gotta get on stage |
| Aight? |
| I’ll be back later |
| My commodes are larger, I call rappers to look at the feces |
| 800 pounds, my pet tiger feed you whack niggas a bowl of doo doo |
| Anything you play my pee will stain |
| Yellow spots from the pilgrims cause pain |
| George Westinghouse started the light that beamed on the mouse |
| Imagine an apartment in Riverdale |
| With five Belve' bottles with defecation on the couch |
| Soiled clothes in the hamper warned everybody including your hypeman |
| Global maximum urine piss on the core of the city |
| Leavin New York police department with Pampers, with KF’s chicken baby |
| My Uncle’s Colonel Sanders, watch the mixtape niggas don’t even know yet |
| Pressin up homosexuals that ain’t even pro yet |
| I vomit on most rappers gettin off a private jet |
| Australian orango' tango, Akita dog Asian that’s my private pet |
| Tighten up in Jersey kid writin some ol' cow shit, while you watchin the Nets |
| Your top performance is low to me, your chihuahua that’s your apex |
| I respect the Taco Bell dog better than you, cause he’s cleverer than you |
| Shorty, just take off your clothes |
| Take 'em off (I wanna take it off) |
| Shorty, take off your clothes |
| Take 'em off (I wanna take it off) |
| Palm trees, blue seas, ships, outfits |
| I dip right into some jumpin mix |
| Twist and flip it over to the other side |
| The people say OHH-LA CHU-LA |
| I’m hot to trot, Hollywood can’t stop what I got |
| Like special student of pot |
| A remix recipe, go back to your shop |
| Inspect your beats, I’m recreating the streets, hits that fit |
| You gotta go home to take that Prozac |
| Cause your shit is whack, you lack the ac' |
| I come with what attacks, don’t counter contract |
| I stay packed with fly tracks, flavors everywhere |
| I dare you to try and fly with me full speed ahead |
| You got no deal, I’m the real |
| Down Melrose on a shoppin spree simply for me |
| You see some fly shit, made just for me |
| On an island in the Highlands, you can’t reach me, you can’t teach me |
| I’m way out in the Pacific, Atlantic, the Red Sea |
| It’s all just a breeze, a real, a meal, I heal |
| Open all the seals |
| Yo… yo, yo, yo |
| Let me take you there, UHH, UHH |
| C’mon, bash the club, we don’t care |
| Strippers lapdance, shakin they tail, it’s a crazy night |
| We take 'em out like every night |
| Let’s go, that’s how we do, back to the city |
| Crack backs real fast in the quickie |
| I know you like that, G-strings come off |
| With your black tights, we can go nuts |
| Slap that ass… UHH |
| We can get drunk, smack that ass |
| Those high boots |
| Full length fishnet black body suits |
| A sexy tan (yeah) |
| I’m a big fan, big fan baby |
| Chicks love me, call me a big man |
| A freak by nature, don’t be a hater |
| Drink it up right out of the alligators |
| Yo, we in the elevator |
| Gettin naked, Bonaventure |
| They can see us, baby don’t fake it |