Yeah mother******.. that's right.. The mother****** in the house.. kool keith.. ************* all the bull*************t, let's get to the real *************t.. Yeah.. Your rhyme touch is soft kid Like a stripper's ass with a touch of plastic Writin with a local style Talkin about competitive *************t you never mastered Youse a wannabe thug *************, you ain't bugged ************* I cut your *************-ass up, leave your legs under the rug ************* Who want the whiplash? Cigarette burns, broken face hair pinned up in a cast Me standin on the top of your tour bus Butt-naked with a ****** hockey mask Slicin your cashmere with a sharp 7-up glass Don't you know i'm sick *************? lick my ************* *************! Forty-four caliber killer gun-toter Hide your kneecaps in a lexus motor Pack your stomach in a compar******ent Old dingy ****** up bronx apar******ent Don't piss me off with a tec-9 loaded in a bull*************t street argument I don't care how hard you get You just another man that never lived in the projects poppin *************t You ain't stoppin *************t, ************* that ba******an and robin *************t And what block you with Kneel down, make a ************* like you call me big ernest Bake your intestines, throw your stomach in the furnace Watch the thermostat, you ain't no ****** fat cat Chorus: kool keith [sung] you never lived in the projects! You ain't no drug dealer *repeat chorus 3x* [kool keith] Rude bwoy with a temper like a jamaican off a haitian boat Carribean ruckus - with an elvis wig Slap the piss out of one of you untalented rap mother******s Bodyguards won't work With a 30-shot car bomb under my dominican *************rt Submachine in the duffle bag Watchin sesame street with my daughter, peepin ernie and bert With backstage passes, wearin a long trenchcoat Get morris in your projects And jackson in a madison ************* garden concert Ready for cbs and nbc, to do a big network The average guy, havin a product manager And a female publicist wearin a ****** bulletproof vest I got time for mother******s actin like elliot ness Winchester sawed off blow your rolex through your ****** chest Splatted body pieces while blood drips off your girl's dress I'm ready for more progress Have your head sent home And a piece of your leg sittin on the record company desk Extort like a mad ************* western union You don't have a clue men how i get through men *repeat chorus 4x*
Yeah mother******.. that's right.. The mother****** in the house.. kool keith.. ************* all the bull*************t, let's get to the real *************t.. Yeah.. Your rhyme touch is soft kid Like a stripper's ass with a touch of plastic Writin with a local style Talkin about competitive *************t you never mastered Youse a wannabe thug *************, you ain't bugged ************* I cut your *************-ass up, leave your legs under the rug ************* Who want the whiplash? Cigarette burns, broken face hair pinned up in a cast Me standin on the top of your tour bus Butt-naked with a ****** hockey mask Slicin your cashmere with a sharp 7-up glass Don't you know i'm sick *************? lick my ************* *************! Forty-four caliber killer gun-toter Hide your kneecaps in a lexus motor Pack your stomach in a compar******ent Old dingy ****** up bronx apar******ent Don't piss me off with a tec-9 loaded in a bull*************t street argument I don't care how hard you get You just another man that never lived in the projects poppin *************t You ain't stoppin *************t, ************* that ba******an and robin *************t And what block you with Kneel down, make a ************* like you call me big ernest Bake your intestines, throw your stomach in the furnace Watch the thermostat, you ain't no ****** fat cat Chorus: kool keith [sung] you never lived in the projects! You ain't no drug dealer *repeat chorus 3x* [kool keith] Rude bwoy with a temper like a jamaican off a haitian boat Carribean ruckus - with an elvis wig Slap the piss out of one of you untalented rap mother******s Bodyguards won't work With a 30-shot car bomb under my dominican *************rt Submachine in the duffle bag Watchin sesame street with my daughter, peepin ernie and bert With backstage passes, wearin a long trenchcoat Get morris in your projects And jackson in a madison ************* garden concert Ready for cbs and nbc, to do a big network The average guy, havin a product manager And a female publicist wearin a ****** bulletproof vest I got time for mother******s actin like elliot ness Winchester sawed off blow your rolex through your ****** chest Splatted body pieces while blood drips off your girl's dress I'm ready for more progress Have your head sent home And a piece of your leg sittin on the record company desk Extort like a mad ************* western union You don't have a clue men how i get through men *repeat chorus 4x*
