| It’s time to spit on shit, a lot of dudes faking like they don’t rap
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| They secret rap like a sneaky-type push broad
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| Behind your back, from your corner by myself, my hands spread like Novac
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| Perimeter working like you feel like your left knee ain’t working
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| Scoop off the pain inside, you faint inside
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| I’m not looking for an injury collide
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| Just Allstate to cover the mischievous
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| Two hand, guess where the green ball at
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| We know that, we mean all that, you all brat
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| Your girl said my dick is a phone
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| She hang up and call back, ask gorilla-face Laface
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| I’m judging X-Fac's, whether you like it or not
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| If you slim, why your bitch trying to rock a girdle strap
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| Monkey sun, monkey runs
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| Monkey, monkey, monkey, monkey, monkey
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| Monkey clap, monkey clap
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| What’s your name, fool K-i-d r-i c-c J-a m-e s, yes, I’m so fresh
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| Watch me diminish this lyrical nemesis, since I was playing Sega Genesis
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| Ciroc mixed with Tropicana Twist
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| I got killers who train gorillas with banana clips
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| Smoke your ass like cannabis, with the tool I keep
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| But I sit back, relax, keep it cool like Keith
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| See, I’m climbing to the top like I was King Kong
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| She on my ding-dong, because my thing long
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| My pinky finger is the one I keep my ring on
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| Mack when I talk, when I walk, they play my theme song
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| I’m from Houston, Texas, the state where the horses and the cattle at
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| Country rap tunes, fuck a battle rap
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| Leather seats and candy-painted Cadillac
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| Now, motherfucker, can you handle that
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| Shots before I come back, this ain’t no monkey clap
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| Donkey Kong, I need that
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| Bun fun, bun tie, bend her back
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| Put the lighter in my strap, cock it back
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| Pussy, bust a monkey claps, they caught up in my bear trap
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| Once I’m squeezed, I pulled a mustang out the hat
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| Her kid ain’t home, if he was, we’ll still be alone
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| Daddy say, daddy do, mommy ooh
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| She got a fattie too, the monkey clap, what it do
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| Ass up on her stomach is the best moves
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| Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir
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| I ain’t on no monkey bars, we sweating once we dry, it’s the aqua
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| Medusa and claps, yeah the door not ignored
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| That coke ki', not a hurricane, got me on
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| After the party is the speakeas', hit ménage à huit
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| 6 chicks, me and Kool Keith
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| Monkey clap |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Monkey , by - Kool Keith. Song from the album Demolition Crash, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп