Yeah what's up what's up It's keith You ever go to some house And they act they livin lavish Two-thousand extreme with chandeliers (space chandeliers) I rugs I mean just everything all over the (yeah) With nineteen seventy-five music playing I all your programs (all programs) right all you materialistic robots (robots)
Verse Yo I ya girl last night butt is wack, skinny hips Bald head weave the ashy lips Wig in the seat With pay-less shoes on her jeans With mildew in the washing machine Roommates no place, babies crying, pissy pampers and flies funky panties hanging out the hamper Three big head boys, but one's got to go to Her daughter hair braided, lookin like a fool Empty Family up now an laters No tv, me there and the mc No gas, electric The smell make my head hurt on the carpet, Station at the supermarket With on deck With beads around this girl's I crack a ounce Watch the ants, bounces
yeah
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I bring the ruckus straight from the The two-thousand
Verse Daisy dukes with marks Her back in a bun pork and beans Some franks in the sun ain't listenin Little got a hard head Bugs are all smell like pee in the bed Old ain't clean The bathroom is all toes feet No door mats water off the street Spraying the The living is humongus School lunch on the vomit atomic, raviolis With an old bowl of guacamole, cap'n No milk, chase it with some punch liquid Cups of I ain't to get whipped combs, I think Hair is all the sink in the garbage can The is hot no fan Air condition is With smoke is in the room Fix all your snot rags Pouring No toilet wipe, your mom left a missile Acting fly I scoped a my human eye Dead up I'm The ain't got me curious Dry turkey wings on the The cat ate You you livin Tryin to dress up like robin
Yeah yeah yeah
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Verse No are paid Just cabinets packed full kool-aid Wonder bread I back Just missed over ya Sardines with old Tuna fish is Idaho A bag full of tomatoes Neighbors borrow, send the kids over need tonika's at the door her face full of boogers Colt forty-five on the A six pack of barbecues Honeys around like gorillas marks in action Stomach bumps look mumps Popeye's chicken on the the puppy lickin Everybody watching black and tube tonight No intentions bag hair extensions I grab a record from Play the dimensions
yeah yeah yeah
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