キー: G minor•
Verse 1
Dm
Gm
Cm
New York City,
Verse 2
Cm
[Kool Keith]
There's a million albums out there with
Dm
Gm
Cm
A hundred percent of the mainstream
The hottest DJ's in New York spin
it from the wheelchairs
with cancer, my voodoo ready to roll
Ask Harlem Hospital,
you can't cure shit
HMV at the cash register,
girls tryin to make me buy CD's
Soft jazz and homo R&B
I ain't payin for that Allure shit
Walkin by Bloomingdales before you see
me put the pep in it
I guarantee you get bad karma
Fly leather coat with the Coach bag
You step in shit,
choose the Daily News
You got a lot around your feet
motherfuckers not a little bit
(Wipe that shit off your
soles)
[Chorus] - 2X
[Kool Keith] I'm straight up on the butt- ass transit
Verse 3
I don't give a fuck,
Dm
I smell the piss in the subway
Women lookin scared, borin- ass statues
Bitch you need to get out the boroughs
and move to Kansas
or Pittsburgh or somethin
Sittin up with braids in your hair like
a fuckin Halloween pumpkin
Smile motherfucker,
put on some lipstick or do somethin
Eat your breakfast muffin
My appearance shock your
brand new motherfuckin leather
I ain't say nothin
Cause in your panties secretly,
wasn't
I know you goin home to
masturbate
Cm
fuckin cousin
[Chorus] - 2X
so what?
Verse 4
Dm
You
Girls and guys I'm not frontin
Cm
Dm
good at the dinner table
up on Verizon
Monkeys treat you to Unos, retarded-
ass herb niggaz are thin
Girls are more insecure, I'm
realizin
The datin and courtin shit got everybody
hyped up and sportin shit
The Bell system fraud
Dial on the spot or stand trial on the spot
Ladies don't invite me over
Just cover the mattress with the
piss, and the cum spot
Don't blast the same lame-
ass singin MC a lot
Now move the ticket off your window,
Manhattan traffic cop
You shoulda dipped,
your shit in the parking lot
Verse 5
in it
We die, we all take shits in it
Verse 6
million albums out there with
that opera and Shakespeare shit
I stuff my ears with cotton
when you rap
I don't hear shit,
you niggaz are excess waste
A hundred percent of the mainstream crowd,
receive pure shit
Gm
Cm
The hottest DJ's in New York spin
with cancer,
you can't cure shit
Gm
Cm
girls tryin to make me buy CD's
I guarantee you get bad karma
Fly leather coat with the Coach bag
You step in shit,
choose the Daily News
The newspaper's gonna take
off a little off your soles
You got a lot around your feet motherfuckers
not a little bit
(Wipe that shit off your
soles)
Verse 7
[Chorus] - 2X
Dm
[Kool Keith]
I'm straight up on the
butt- ass transit
I don't give a fuck, I smell the piss
in the subway
My Boss cologne suits me well on the New
York City mass transit
Women lookin scared, borin- ass statues
Bitch you need to get out the boroughs
and move to Kansas or
Pittsburgh or somethin
Sittin up with braids in your hair like a fuckin
Halloween pumpkin
Smile motherfucker,
Ebm
Dm
put on some lipstick or do somethin
Eat your breakfast muffin
My appearance shock your brand
new motherfuckin leather
I ain't say nothin
Cause in your panties secretly,
I know you readin the magazine comin
The freak on the train is bustin
I was sittin here first, you wasn't
I know you goin home
to masturbate
Your girlfriend is messed up, datin her own
fuckin cousin
[Chorus] - 2X
Verse 8
[Kool Keith] Y'all just reachin your damn horizons,
Dm
so what?
good at the dinner table
Cm
Dm
Gm
Runnin your fuckin bill up on Verizon
You ain't shoppin with a lot of
The Bell system fraud
Dial on the spot or stand trial on the spot
Dm
Gm
Ladies don't invite me over
Just cover the mattress with the
piss, and the cum spot
Cm
Dm
Gm
Now move the ticket off your window,
You shoulda dipped,
your shit in the parking lot
[Chorus] - 2X
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