Songtext:
Kool... KEITH! Lost Masters Folienbeschriftungen Köln Part 2, you got Part 1 Part 2... yeah
[Keith randomly computerizes his voice - this may not be accurate] I'm in danger of the tricks forever Piss on you more, if you get better You don't wanna fuck around with the professional work I'ma wipe my ass tonight wit'cha white Coogi sweater Shit inside your {?} if your limo Push the club cheeseface nigga, put up or shut up Mash all disease nigga, you ain't no MC nigga Fuck up your studio time with a bullshit rhyme Up in the limo since you was nine Mountain climbin with dimes Ladies know I'm simple with mines New York bitches is too slow for me I shit on your face on national TV Let the public see me piss on the Hollywood sign My construction booth stomp on these beats hard Fuck you I work overtime, at the check cashin place I spray your bitch ass with mace Barfin these Wendy's hamburgers all over your Reeboks and all over your face, BLEWAAWHH Whack-ass nigga all over your shoelace Too funky two-face, too funky for you stiff motherfuckers I got too much bass, call me Ace La-Da-Da-Da, nigga, nothin but Prada nigga Play this shit in the club, we need bud! Piss on motherfuckers in the curtain Light a match, pour gasoline on your fuckin rug Urinator, gators piss on the back of your denim suit HA HA HA! You got the dog shit on the back of your heels Fucked up position, the shoe man Can't take care of the back of your sneaker The maximum smell, blow your asshole out the box office Like Jaws, I bought a retarded shark Retarded in the dark, movin shit off your tugboat with gills You fuckin with Hennessy? I don't fuck with cocaine I don't need the fuckin ecstasy pills Top notch, unequal, it's hot in here Crowded house party with eight thousand people Urinated in the fruit punch, while y'all light and blaze blunts Krispy Kreme donuts, you boxed up stale bastards Like Captain Crunch, champagne fuckin security put on ice Designer nice, the waiter lookin for the tips Make her pay up twice, purple trainin on precise MTV material, platinum nigga lot of flashes Zoom on your fake asses, bouncers lookin for VIP wrist passes Dark corners brothers Temporary secretary, workin at Warner Brothers I'm warnin others, admire the fakers, buffalo wings nigga You in the front seat, front row, watchin the fuckin Lakers TV screen, overnight basketball fan You ain't no overnight basketball man
