Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The VooDoo, artist - Kool Keith. Album song Lost Masters Volume 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.08.2005
Record label: DMAFT
Song language: English
The VooDoo |
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 |