KOOL KEITH

KOOL KEITH - 27 Shots lyrics

[kool keith]

They try to say california is plastic

I think new york got the most plastic niggaz too

Fuck all you niggaz comin out to the soul train awards

With them pop ass headsets - around your ears like britney spears

That's some old bobby brown and new edition shit

That's some old real michael jackson shit

I'm comin with crazy vic

Let me hear you tryin to copy my shit

Fuck the impact eventually

Cause there's a lot of corny niggaz performin out there

Fat stomachs, make-up and eye glare

What the fuck do I care?

Niggaz with they ass out

Groupies in cheap motels tryin to fuck and crash out

Motherfuckers ain't networkin

Strippers checkin in - motherfuckers on motorcycles

Pickup trucks with license plates on 'em

Bringin mad shit from down south

Big after-parties i'ma turn my phone off

I don't wanna shake hands, meet no-fuckin-body, arrogant bastard

No commercial shit, break your neck, suck my dick in the world

Fuck the critics everything I make is a hit

Fuck you applehead motherfuckers tryin to make some old

Carribean mixed with that trinity keyboard shit

Hip-hop shit, that's some old broadway musical shit

I don't even listen to that cartoon shit

Tell your a&r and his wife to get out my fuckin life

27 shots! {*blam blam blam*}

27 shots! {*blam blam blam*}

27 shots! {*blam*}

Shut up; listen to my shit cause yo' cassette single is gay

Writin that bullshit I hear on the radio by these homo niggaz everyday

Butter soft sissy shit

I got the real tell it like it is pissy shit

Yo' shit is some fake-ass gorilla code shit

White suits mansion yachts scared-ass nigga

Doin videos buyin models on some boat shit

I tell you straight g I can't fuck with it

Girls still messin with you; your shit is wack

Any bitch in they right mind shouldn't have sex wit you

Rusty nigga that don't use soap

I fuck around, and piss all over your leather faggot-ass trenchcoat

Don't ever act hardcore

Youse a suburban nigga, you get serviced nigga

You never even been in a fuckin street fight

Look at your old photo album pictures - youse a bunch of hype

Kiss my ass, nobody picked up the fuckin mic

Untalented bitch like you some wild ass

Inner-city kid from the projects - who's next?

27 shots! {*blam blam blam*}

27 shots! {*blam blam blam*}

27 shots! {*blam*}

Then I really disrespect all production out there

That bullshit niggaz programmin, fuck johnny hammond

Sonny stitch, that shit ain't gettin you rich

Just a packed crowd, low bitches, a bunch of fuckin dicks

I'd rather see some ass, a nice club with a fat ass

And all you motherfuckers actin like you jamaican

American to the core, copyin that shit on tour

Y'all niggaz be against speakers with your ears sore

Stank ass boots with no socks on, fuckin up the dancefloor

Since when you ate codfish and meat patties?

I got cousins with jheri curls in caddies

27 shots! {*blam blam blam*}

27 shots! {*blam blam blam*}

27 shots! {*blam blam blam*}

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