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Kool Keith
They try to say California is plastic
I think New York got the most plastic too
fk all you comin out to the Soul Train Awards
with them pop as* headsets - around your ears like Britney Spears
That's some old Bobby Brown and New Edition s**t
That's some old REAL Michael Jackson s**t
I'm comin with Crazy Vic
Let me hear you tryin to copy my s**t
fk the impact eventually
cause there's a lot of corny performin out there
Fat stomachs, make-up and eye glare
What the fk do I care?
with they as* out
Groupies in cheap motels tryin to fk and crash out
Motherfkers ain't networkin
Strippers checkin in - motherfkers on motorcycles
Pickup trucks with license plates on 'em
Bringin mad s**t from down South
Big after-parties I'ma turn my phone off
I don't wanna shake hands, meet no-fkin-body, arrogant b*stard
No commercial s**t, break your neck, suck my d*ck in the world
fk the critics everything I make is a hit
fk you applehead motherfkers tryin to make some old
carribean mixed with that Trinity keyboard s**t
Hip-Hop s**t, that's some old Broadway musical s**t
I don't even listen to that cartoon s**t
Tell your A&R and his wife to get out my fkin life
27 shots! *BLAM BLAM BLAM*
27 shots! *BLAM BLAM BLAM*
27 shots! *BLAM*
Shut up; listen to my s**t cause yo' cassette single is gay
Writin that bulls**t I hear on the radio by these homo everyday
Butter soft sissy s**t
I got the real tell it like it is pi*sy s**t
Yo' s**t is some fake-ass gorilla code s**t
White suits mansion yachts scared-ass nigg*
Doin videos buyin models on some boat s**t
I tell you straight G I can't fk with it
Girls still messin with you; your s**t is wack
Any b*tch in they right mind shouldn't have sex wit you
Rusty nigg* that don't use soap
I fk around, and pi*s all over your leather f*gg*t-ass trenchcoat
Don't ever act hardc*re
Youse a suburban nigg*, you get serviced nigg*
You never even been in a fkin street fight
Look at your old photo album pictures - youse a bunch of hype
Kiss my ass, nobody picked up the fkin mic
Untalented b*tch 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 bulls**t programmin, fk Johnny Hammond
Sonny Stitch, that s**t ain't gettin you rich
Just a packed crowd, low girls, a bunch of fkin d*cks
I'd rather see some ass, a nice club with a fat ass
And all you motherfkers actin like you Jamaican
American to the core, copyin that s**t on tour
Y'all be against speakers with your ears sore
Stank as* boots with no socks on, fkin 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*