Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Track Runner, artist - Kool Keith. Date of issue: 09.02.2009
Song language: English
Track Runner |
| Hey, hey, hey |
| Shine, I’m 'bout to get on |
| It’s easy to write a verse for the condition |
| Hold you cats in front of the bowl |
| I stutter step with the local act |
| Who’s doin all the pissin on the top? |
| Head with the nitroglyc' |
| With robotic mechanical, with the nitro fist |
| Superhero, Dr. Zero, countin Robert Deniros |
| American cash and euro, I’m strictly biz-o |
| Choppin it up at Quizno’s |
| Whatever, for sure, verses spread around like kids, no? |
| If they really wanna come |
| I get which Bo, quarterbackin' they team |
| That can’t throw when I land in Sweden |
| Get off with the pass where the heat throw |
| And let the heat go |
| Chuck Green, it’s all about the meat though |
| And how I speak so |
| Ask the chocolate factory I closed down |
| Full cups with cocoa |
| I’m comin' so dope like Muhammad in rope-a-dope |
| Emcees, get the product son they smoke the coke |
| Some grab the mic and choke, many go home and hope |
| Move, shake somethin', pop somethin' |
| Do your thing, girl, break somethin', it ain’t nothin' |
| 'Cause after the show the hotel next city do it again |
| Next time bring two of your friends |
| Move, shake somethin', pop somethin' |
| Do your thing, girl, break somethin', it ain’t nothin' |
| 'Cause after the show the hotel next city do it again |
| Next time bring two of your friends |
| Get drunk, get smoked up |
| (Uh, huh) |
| Get fucked up, get high get crunk |
| (Let's go) |
| Take clothes off, club goes off |
| (Uhh) |
| Against security, shots go off |
| Stumblin', to the back of the jump off |
| Celebrity acts and sexual tactics |
| You see the fact is, we do this e’ry night |
| Sleep until noon, wait until a full moon |
| Jack Daniels, Johnnie Walker on the floor |
| Open bottles, America’s Top Model |
| Tyra won’t bother, 'cause last week in Vegas |
| I got her sittin' on a coke bottle |
| The model, drink everything you can swallow |
| Smoke kush skunk, chase it down, gin and tonic |
| Magnums, lifestyles, we do it, 'Wildstyle' |
| Bodies hit the floor, drowning Pool, bar four |
| Move, shake somethin', pop somethin' |
| Do your thing, girl, break somethin', it ain’t nothin' |
| 'Cause after the show the hotel next city do it again |
| Next time bring two of your friends |
| Move, shake somethin', pop somethin' |
| Do your thing, girl, break somethin', it ain’t nothin' |
| 'Cause after the show the hotel next city do it again |
| Next time bring two of your friends |
| What you think if I went gat blastin'? |
| Killin' clown ass emcees who come with the trash shit |
| They don’t understand how to make classics |
| I’ve mastered, the flow, it’s fuckin' timeless |
| Yeah, styles beyond, you can’t fuck with this |
| I might bar hang emcee, to a side shit |
| I rip your brain, one eye hangin' |
| Your nose busted, your lip still danglin' |
| Walk into the Palladium, arena or stadium |
| Been playin' 'em, while your girl wanna be my friend |
| I intend, to offend, right or wrong, I’ma win |
| Then begin to kill niggas just like a villain |
| Yeah, the crowd is hyped, they heads up close to the speaker |
| This bitch that stuff her blouse now took off her sneakers |
| They gettin' naked, I jumped off the stage for a second |
| Nah God, chill God, not yet |
| Move, shake somethin', pop somethin' |
| Do your thing, girl, break somethin', it ain’t nothin' |
| 'Cause after the show the hotel next city do it again |
| Next time bring two of your friends |
| Move, shake somethin', pop somethin' |
| Do your thing, girl, break somethin', it ain’t nothin' |
| 'Cause after the show the hotel next city do it again |
| Next time bring two of your friends |