Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Voo Doo , by - Kool Keith. Song from the album Lost Masters Collection, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 03.08.2009
Record label: Oglio
Song language: English
The Voo Doo |
| Yeah! |
| There’s a lot of people |
| They can’t go outside |
| They can’t walk nowhere |
| They can’t hang nowhere |
| All they got to do is ride around with tinted windows |
| And get somewhere and hide |
| This is Kool Keith y’all, I’m tellin you the truth |
| See I know your type, you talk out your ass |
| A wannabe gangsta mad |
| The voodoo heavy on you, but your karma’s bad |
| I’m not surprised |
| NBC News, oh shit! |
| He got killed last night |
| Ex-corted by the bodyguards |
| Even with police around him, he got his cap peeled last night |
| Fans in shock like they didn’t know |
| A white girl from Boston set him up at the show |
| A Spanish kid walked up to him with a t-shirt |
| from the projects that said RSO, I’ll say yo The FBI retreated, three Desert Eagles |
| and a sawed-off double barrel |
| I’m watchin MTV with the popcorn |
| The commercials are off, now the pop is on The voodoo’s on that dude |
| The whack comedian that ate the wrong food |
| People can’t believe it The record company’s gonna sell 20 million now |
| Heavy promotion, 20 zillion now |
| The crap table spendin |
| Somebody was playin slick on his format with a funny game of poker |
| The realer came in a gray Benz |
| The pink one walked in the tour bus, when they got to Gotham City |
| Mr. Freeze was out in the Bellagio in Vegas |
| They didn’t care what the entourages was comin |
| They want the Joker, the Mad Hatter |
| is waitin on the deck for him, like a Red Sox batter |
| With Rodriguez in the bullpen, my African witchcraft is tight |
| What’s scary I don’t write with a dull pen |
| Like some guy suckin the cock like a John Lennon fan |
| with a cough drop, who spits semen up from the cocks |
| Like they walkin up Bronx blocks |
| Comin through the speakers with no heat |
| Like you grew up so bad, name a tough street |
| I hate suburban guys who think they urban |
| Coffee and donuts, the only thing they servin |
| From a cartoon bedroom, man close your Incredibles curtain |
| Funny guys that wanna look at a man is certain |
| They pay to see a large condom workin |
| With voodoo all over you, Huggies around your feathers |
| Don’t come to me with doo doo all over you |
| Seven trials surround you, you have Zulu all over you |