My nards aren't clean Ive been partying With Charlie Sheen
Business money reattaches worldwide Deep inside stops the diamond rocks In a million world, billion world, quitrillion world Rap moves on to the year three thousand
Now, my oral illustration be like clitoral stimulation to the female gender Ain't nothin' better Let me know when it's wet enough to enter
No more cutting grams, and wrapping grands up in rubber-bands, I'm a recovered man, our plans ta discover other lands, suburban places got me seeking for an oasis, cristal by the cases, ladies of all races with dime faces, sex on the white sand beaches of Saint Thomas, though this ain't promised, I'm as determined as them old timers.
Every girl wanna hold my chain when I f#%k their brains out on the Mustang
Now I am in to fat chains, sex and techs, fly new chicks, new kicks, I love you like a fat kid love cake.
Don't cheer me, just hear me Out 'cause I got the clout-shout (Ho!) Before I turn the party out
You should do what we do, stack chips like *Hebrews* Don't let the melody intrigue you (uh-uh) Cause I leave you, I'm only here For that green paper which lead you
Rappin bout blunts and broads, Tits and bras, ménage à trois, sex in expensive cars.
Lyrically I'm supposed to represent, I'm not only the client, I'm the player president
The second somebody dies somebody else is born People are celebrating while other people morn Home may be home to you but to me it's foreign Even the matador don't pull the bull by the horns
Ladies love me, girls adore me I mean even the ones who never saw me
Until I'm over the hill and over the hump; I'm gonna let my music bump and give the people what they want.
I got your head noddin' cuz your neck knows it's phat.
I never ask for nothin' I don't demand of myself. Honesty, loyalty, friends and then wealth
I drop styles on ears...the public bite 'em. Not many went to school, so the dummies wouldn't write 'em. They say, "Yo Keith! You're Kool, you usin' big words!" I went to college, I'm even more stupid, herb.
I'm down for you, so ride with me. My enemies your enemies, Cause you ain't ever had a friend like me.
Far from a Harvard student, just had the balls to do it
I drink twenty forties, smoke forty blunts, Say a hundred rhymes, and not sound like you once.
Sometimes you gotta be an s.o.b., you wanna make a dream reality
We can teach about hip-hop history, we can teach about legends, hip-hop theory. It's been around so long that text books can be written about it. This is a perfect time to capitalize on and get kids excited about music education.
I go to Queens for queens to get the crew from Brooklyn, Make money in Manhattan and never been tooken. Go Uptown and the Bronx to boogie down, Get strong on the Island, recoup, and lay around.
Man, I would demand that artist come to the table with better variety. I would demand that musicians know music history, not just Hip-Hop, so that we could understand. The better your 'listening ear' is, the better your music will be.
You know it ain't no stoppin' All the doggs I'm droppin' It's Friday night, so everything is poppin.
Cutting and pasting is the essence of what hip-hop culture is all about for me. It's about drawing from what's around you, and subverting it and decontextualizing it.
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