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[ Yeah Harry! [Ced Gee:] Kool Keith [ We in here [Ced Gee:] Ced Gee, uh-huh [Ced Gee:] tr, Moe Love [Kool Keith:] You cats are scared to write I can tell by the way you nibble, dash and doggie bite You sweat in the booth, spit negative truth With all your might, look at you scratchin for rank I'm sorry Mr. Strongarm, I can see the way you fight Over hampster food, that's not right Now I'ma have to urinate in your left hand Teach you how to be polite Stop it, stop it, you hittin me hard~! I don't like the way you can't even play right With gigantic pub and news hype You walk the walk, your shoes are too tight, dinosaur metaphor Pack in the back of your Ford Explorer [Chorus: x2] The plaques, 2000 gold records on the wall Ten million people in tuxedos Waitresses with Lamborghinis at the grand ball [Ced Gee:] Yeah! Check it, uhh Now you got niggaz that talk good ones You got niggaz that talk bad ones Nah I ain't either/or dawg, son I just carry big guns This rap shit? I do it for fun Now I'm still missin my nigga Big Pun Now I still got you corward niggaz on the run Now I still keep 16 bars on the stash son And if I got to spit, the average cat's career is done Now don't be stunned, you know youse a bum You been livin off years from my crumb Dawg I saw your mom last night, believe me son She swallowed all my c**, she loved every ounce I smeared all the leftover residue on her face, then I bounced I met my squad at the studio, we put down some heat I know a lot of you cats don't believe me But y'all the same cats that are scared to walk the streets [Chorus:] [Kool Keith:] I'm tired of people talkin what they capable of doin The thing to leave rap quick, the table's empty in this area What do you bring to When I come you cancel your phone ring too [Phone ringing] [Ced Gee:] Uhh, yeah, uhh I blaze spots with it, bribe cops with it I purchase platinum things, cop rocks with it Even iced out socks with it Chrome with it, whips with it, dime pieces Disposable glocks with it, I cop Crist' with it Make flicks with it, we bustlin all the industry dawg That's how we gettin it, we roll with it Bling with it, flow with it Thug life, son we reinvented it Hit politicians with it, make sure the jury's with it Hit the judge with it, uhh, the whole team's acquited We circumvent the rap salary cap Sup my accountant next, yo Ced, how you did it? [Chorus:]
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