KHM - Game lyrics

[Kool Keith:]

You wanna judge and rate albums motherfucker? KHM

Fuck you~! Take it personal

Devestating, piss on your champagne bottles, exclusive background

Nigga the closest y'all get to bitches is on bullshit sets

with rented video models, close your introduction, put your ear to the speakers

You fuckin played out, compared to Pony like M-1 sneakers

Fuck you motherfuckers on Star Trek cellular phones

Talkin to broke niggaz with doo rags

Got the nerve to beam in the other broke motherfuckers with platinum beepers

With jealous stripes across your face like Adidas, unimportant material niggaz

Y'all some Lucky Charms cereal niggaz

Fuck miscellaneous parties, summer jam action, y'all face the Tony Hanna boots

Fuck up your cartoon shirt, I'm imperial niggaz

Fuck your game up with saddle soap, comedian stage set-up

Pull covers on top of you, you a fuckin joke, ask Steve Harvey

Your camera flash on corny-ass critics, reflect off my leather coat

You gobble and digest, fans swallow what I wrote

Fuck actin fly, dancin to homo tracks on fuckin boats

You collect jazz records, fuck Max Roach

Sideline nigga, youse a fuckin coach

[Chorus:]

Game recognize game - youse a sucka nigga

New face nigga, starin and schemin

Game recognize game - youse a suckin nigga

New face nigga, starin and schemin

[Marc Live:]

Get on the pole bitch, let's go, now do your thing chick

Shake your shit, we don't wanna hear shit

Breakin out, we got the bus out back

Dress you up, take a flick in the back, toss you up in the back

We sick (let's go) but we accustomed to that

And chick, we gonna bust on your back

Jugganot track pushin you back, lightspeed niggaz

Strip your chick; you're too slow to react

I told your bitch, don't be callin me back

I sent her home, with my dick on her back, now she's a witness to tha

Uhh, now she's a victim of that

Tell her man, don't be rippin at that, sucka nigga whassup

Yo, you New York kids, we different than that

Yo we stalk kids, so don't be sleepin on that - uhh

Yo I be laughin when you sleep on your back

From the back I blast, one in your back

[Chorus]

[H-Bomb:]

Uhh, dump and dip, empty the clip

Trip with entourages, strip 5-11 roll with life 7

Double K they settle it quick metal it, drill it

For villain fam it's easy, we spillin blood kill 2-faces

Catch cases, choke you wit'cha own shoelaces

Places and faces get replaced, sensation's death

Upset homicidal let's get murder and don't forget task force

Blast big boss of course jewels in back of The Source we floss

With no remorse, thuggin homo, rainbow Rambo, nude photo

So, strawberry milk, you listenin to Sisqo yo look

Fuck the nice singin the kids in the hook

I'm shook and took women who act like men

Men who act gangsta strangle a fake gangbanger

Your CEO nothin profess to Richard Gere playin with pet hampsters

[Chorus]