Текст (слова) песни: Kool Keith - Matthew

[Kool Keith]
They try to say California is plastic
I think New York got the most plastic niggaz too
Fuck all you niggaz comin out to the Soul Train Awards
with them pop ass headsets - around your ears like Britney Spears
That`s some old Bobby Brown and New Edition shit
That`s some old REAL Michael Jackson shit
I`m comin with Crazy Vic
Let me hear you tryin to copy my shit

Fuck the impact eventually
cause there`s a lot of corny niggaz performin out there
Fat stomachs, make-up and eye glare
What the fuck do I care?
Niggaz with they ass out
Groupies in cheap motels tryin to fuck and crash out
Motherfuckers ain`t networkin
Strippers checkin in - motherfuckers on motorcycles
Pickup trucks with license plates on `em
Bringin mad shit from down South
Big after-parties I`ma turn my phone off
I don`t wanna shake hands, meet no-fuckin-body, arrogant bastard
No commercial shit, break your neck, suck my dick in the world
Fuck the critics everything I make is a hit
Fuck you applehead motherfuckers tryin to make some old
carribean mixed with that Trinity keyboard shit
Hip-Hop shit, that`s some old Broadway musical shit
I don`t even listen to that cartoon shit
Tell your A&R and his wife to get out my fuckin life

27 shots! {*BLAM BLAM BLAM*}
27 shots! {*BLAM BLAM BLAM*}
27 shots! {*BLAM*}

Shut up; listen to my shit cause yo` cassette single is gay
Writin that bullshit I hear on the radio by these homo niggaz everyday
Butter soft sissy shit
I got the real tell it like it is pissy shit
Yo` shit is some fake-ass gorilla code shit
White suits mansion yachts scared-ass nigga
Doin videos buyin models on some boat shit
I tell you straight G I can`t fuck with it
Girls still messin with you; your shit is wack
Any bitch in they right mind shouldn`t have sex wit you
Rusty nigga that don`t use soap
I fuck around, and piss all over your leather faggot-ass trenchcoat
Don`t ever act hardcore
Youse a suburban nigga, you get serviced nigga
You never even been in a fuckin street fight
Look at your old photo album pictures - youse a bunch of hype
Kiss my ass, nobody picked up the fuckin mic
Untalented bitch like you some wild ass
inner-city kid from the projects - who`s next?

27 shots! {*BLAM BLAM BLAM*}
27 shots! {*BLAM BLAM BLAM*}
27 shots! {*BLAM*}

Then I really disrespect all production out there
That bullshit niggaz programmin, fuck Johnny Hammond
Sonny Stitch, that shit ain`t gettin you rich
Just a packed crowd, low bitches, a bunch of fuckin dicks
I`d rather see some ass, a nice club with a fat ass
And all you motherfuckers actin like you Jamaican
American to the core, copyin that shit on tour
Y`all niggaz be against speakers with your ears sore
Stank ass boots with no socks on, fuckin up the dancefloor
Since when you ate codfish and meat patties?
I got cousins with jheri curls in caddies

27 shots! {*BLAM BLAM BLAM*}
27 shots! {*BLAM BLAM BLAM*}
27 shots! {*BLAM BLAM BLAM*}

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Kool Keith - Matthew [Kool Keith] They try to say California is plastic I think New York got the most plastic niggaz too Fuck all you niggaz comin out to the Soul Train Awards with them pop ass headsets - around your ears like Britney Spears That`s some old Bobby Brown and New Edition shit That`s some old REAL Michael Jackson shit I`m comin with Crazy Vic Let me hear you tryin to copy my shit Fuck the impact eventually cause there`s a lot of corny niggaz performin out there Fat stomachs, make-up and eye glare What the fuck do I care? Niggaz with they ass out Groupies in cheap motels tryin to fuck and crash out Motherfuckers ain`t networkin Strippers checkin in - motherfuckers on motorcycles Pickup trucks with license plates on `em Bringin mad shit from down South Big after-parties I`ma turn my phone off I don`t wanna shake hands, meet no-fuckin-body, arrogant bastard No commercial shit, break your neck, suck my dick in the world Fuck the critics everything I make is a hit Fuck you applehead motherfuckers tryin to make some old carribean mixed with that Trinity keyboard shit Hip-Hop shit, that`s some old Broadway musical shit I don`t even listen to that cartoon shit Tell your A&R and his wife to get out my fuckin life 27 shots! {BLAM BLAM BLAM} 27 shots! {BLAM BLAM BLAM} 27 shots! {BLAM} Shut up; listen to my shit cause yo` cassette single is gay Writin that bullshit I hear on the radio by these homo niggaz everyday Butter soft sissy shit I got the real tell it like it is pissy shit Yo` shit is some fake-ass gorilla code shit White suits mansion yachts scared-ass nigga Doin videos buyin models on some boat shit I tell you straight G I can`t fuck with it Girls still messin with you; your shit is wack Any bitch in they right mind shouldn`t have sex wit you Rusty nigga that don`t use soap I fuck around, and piss all over your leather faggot-ass trenchcoat Don`t ever act hardcore Youse a suburban nigga, you get serviced nigga You never even been in a fuckin street fight Look at your old photo album pictures - youse a bunch of hype Kiss my ass, nobody picked up the fuckin mic Untalented bitch like you some wild ass inner-city kid from the projects - who`s next? 27 shots! {BLAM BLAM BLAM} 27 shots! {BLAM BLAM BLAM} 27 shots! {BLAM} Then I really disrespect all production out there That bullshit niggaz programmin, fuck Johnny Hammond Sonny Stitch, that shit ain`t gettin you rich Just a packed crowd, low bitches, a bunch of fuckin dicks I`d rather see some ass, a nice club with a fat ass And all you motherfuckers actin like you Jamaican American to the core, copyin that shit on tour Y`all niggaz be against speakers with your ears sore Stank ass boots with no socks on, fuckin up the dancefloor Since when you ate codfish and meat patties? I got cousins with jheri curls in caddies 27 shots! {BLAM BLAM BLAM} 27 shots! {BLAM BLAM BLAM} 27 shots! {BLAM BLAM BLAM} Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Matthew: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/110/1/8097.html Все тексты песен: Kool Keith » Kool Keith - Make Up Your Mind » Kool Keith - I Dont Believe You » Kool Keith - Maxin in the Shade » Kool Keith - Freaks » Kool Keith - Feelin` It » Kool Keith - Tess Shit » Kool Keith - Black Elvis/Lost in Space » Kool Keith - Sex Style » Kool Keith - Photo Session * » Kool Keith - Mack Trucks » Kool Keith - Fine Girls » Kool Keith - Captain Save Em » Kool Keith - The Girls Dont Like The Job » Kool Keith - Get Off My Elevator » Kool Keith - I Don`t Play » Kool Keith - Keith N Bumpy » Kool Keith - ElDaradoe`s » Kool Keith - The Girls Don`t Like the Job » Kool Keith - All the Time » Kool Keith - Back Stage Passes Рекомендуем скачать: » Лада Дэнс - Как я любила » Любовь Захарченко - Идет война, но это не событие... » Леонид Утесов - Лимончики » Леонард Хируг - Ода Проводнику » Леонид Сергеев - Два человека искали еще одного... » Лесоповал - Форточки-лопатники » Леонид Агутин - Я буду всегда с тобой (Л.Агутин + А.Вару » Людмила Чеботарева - Человек и старое-престарое пианино » Ленинград - Геленджик » Леонид Ваксман, Михаил Сипер - Я тебя так давно не встречаю... » Леонид Сергеев - Лезут в голову мысли серые... » Леонард Хируг - Дух смерти » Лесоповал - Спецмолоко » Любэ - Жил да был на свете дядя Вася » Любовь Миненкова - Последний день весны » Любовь Успенская - Кабриолет » Лепс Григорий - Ну и что » Любаша - Прикольная » Л.Черникова - Хочу быть с тобой » Лариса Черникова - Кто?
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