| Kool Keith back up in this motherfucker
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| You know what I’m sayin, you know what I’m sayin
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| I’d like to tell all these motherfuckers
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| I’d like to tell all you motherfuckers, about theyself
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| About theyself, about what they think they are
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| About what they think they are
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| Motherfuckers ain’t shit, you ain’t shit
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| Fuck gold and platinum and jewelry
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| Diamonds glistenin red, I’m still the overgrown boy freak man
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| Fall asleep, still piss in the bed
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| Ask your girl nigga, I piss on your head
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| If you’re neo and unfunky, I’m guaranteed usually
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| Ten grand or more a show
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| But for five or six I’m ready to piss in your dreads
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| Who’s ready to handle the confunction, jazz
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| And everybody with they first new trendy equipment
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| Could press the KEYS, and kiss my ASS
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| No prestigious toilets and golden bathroom trimmings
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| Dress your bitch up like Batwoman, and shit on her mask
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| Dimepieces run with the boring niggas
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| My sex life, I piss on top of your cash
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| Your money talk, I wipe my ass up with your Cottonelle nigga
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| Rappin against me, you ain’t shit
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| My job is to make your doofy-ass baseball caps fit
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| Pimple-faced bastard, watch who you rap with
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| And cover your motherfuckin buttcheeks with Chapstick
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| I’m a grown-ass man, you can suck mine
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| And that talk behind my back circle shit
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| Superstar gassed up niggas smokin that glass dick
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| My first name is microphone, I call you last to spit
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| Bra and panties under your button up
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| Don’t come around wit’cha ass hangin out, teasin me with fake tits
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| I’m the celebrity destroyer, I defecate on your shoulderblades
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| I jerk off on anybody that think they good
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| Grab the subway train, and drop turds on your bitch
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| Hit Philadelphia, grab a cheesesteak and hang out with Mitch
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| About two million dollars got fucked up
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| Hotel suites, Pave rings and girls and shit
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| Indoor rappin mansion-ass nigga
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| Come outside from that old hideaway bodyguards, watch you shit
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| I don’t care, I enjoy myself you scared son of a bitch
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| Fuck the buckets and V.I.P. |
| rooms
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| Posin with one Moet bottle, and a big-ass clique
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| Plast fast motherfuckers standin on wooden legs
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| Amateur niggas go down on cheap tape
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| What you think that bullshit gon' stick?
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| Kool Keith, signin off this MOTHERFUCKER
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| Let you motherfuckers KNOW
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| I tell you straight, I’ll come to your motherfuckin SHOW |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tell 'Em Bitch , by - Kool Keith. Song from the album Lost Masters Collection, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп