Kool Keith - Keith N Bumpy текст песни

[kool keith]

See.. you play around too fuckin much

(how many people you got hurt? )

You aint learned your lesson yet

(you aint learned your fuckin lesson)

You still playin and fuckin around

Thats all you doin, you playin fuckin around

Youse a little bitch..

Youse a bitch-ass nigga, smack your fuckin skullies off

You niggaz aint learned a fuckin lesson yet?

Count your blessing yet, publicity got you mixed up

And keiths fucked your whole million dollar aura

Clean cut or thugged out, I dont give a fuck

Niggaz with that champagne shit

Fuckin with me, youll earn a job in the cleaners

Givin motherfuckers a permanent crease

We dont do entertainment tonight, rosie odonn-ell

Piss on niggaz like you and take your video models

Straight to churchs chicken, and fuckin mcdonalds

Fuck all you glamourized faggot niggaz

Yall on some real hardcore, maggot niggaz

Catch you in the gridlock in new york city traffic

Hit you in the face with a rock tied up in a fuckin sock

Tell the cops, Ill chase you with a mac-10

Follow your range rover with stockin caps

For seventy-eight more fuckin blocks

Watch ambulances and paramedics take off your paragon down

Remove your fuckin mop; take your body pieces

In a fucked up van to a mexican chop shop

Fuck a bitch-ass bodyguard, bunch of niggaz squealin

Cancel your important meetings, we can do this

Broad daylight, just me and you in a fuckin jamaican restertaunt

"who da fuck ya tink you are mon, what ya fuckin doin?

You dont know the fuck I am" - load three four five clips

Fuckin magazines, Ill show you the fuckin bomb

Ya bloodclot, catch you niggaz in quadrasonic or sony

Platinum sounds, who is it bill?

Whos fuckin around with crazy tony?

All that bullshit, walkin around with - hard packs

You motherfuckers carryin backpacks

Thats right, with your hooded parkas

You motherfuckers suck dick and youre phony

[repeat 4x]

Yall do yall shit in the studio

We bring our shit to your face!

[bumpy]

My mental is sinister, I run shit like a prime minister

You still breathin motherfucker? but now its time to finish ya

Blood sport, I heard you on life support

But ima make sure that you dont take the witness stand in court

Afternoon, ima creep up in your room, past the goon

fore you (? ? ) ba-boom, and Im sendin yo ass to the moon

Another motherfucker bite the dust from the lust

To live plush, and he died quick - from the rush

Now Im southbound, fuck the 6, take the greyhound

Any cat cross the line cant hide its goin down

I got connects with tecs and white boats and jets

Think Im playin motherfucker? let me know who next

Silence and not loud, pick you off in the crowd

Now your shorty growin up in the world as a fatherless child

Everybody choose the fuckin way that they wanna play

Just remember one fuckin day that that ass gotta pay

Cause fuckin with my gravy is like rapin my little baby

And you still wouldnt be safe if you joined the fuckin navy

You must be crazy, thinkin yo ass can get swayze

But the only fuckin thing you gon be doin is pushin up daisies

And it wont faze me, cause real gangsters raised me

Ghetto diamonds praised me and thugs slug just craze me

I know it sounds strange, but its part of the game

I control bitches brains, when they suckin on my sugar cane

My fame came before money you fuckin dummy

Bitches callin me bumpy while my dick is in they tummy

But if you cross the line, you wont be able to find

They motherfuckin head, they limbs or they spine

So all you bitch motherfuckers better respect mine

If you plan on bein here to see the fuckin sunshine

(blaow!) blaow! with one in your spine

Keith n bumpy, put one in your spine