KOOL KEITH

KOOL KEITH - Stop Frontin lyrics

[Kool Keith]

I wanna talk about Hollywood mon, y'know?

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Everybody's leasin, dey frontin

Car payments, dey wantin

Everybody's on the phone, dey somethin

(So what you sayin, so what you sayin?)

[Chorus]

[Kool Keith]

You're not that good on Tech

I'ma ask Sway, the Fantastic 4 every day

We know the worst rapper

If you hear the same records too much, get off the dizzicko

You got men that suck the station off

A group of men and women that pay for airplay

That hit the station off on air day

Suck the program director's nuts

The right hand is slippery, relationship to DJ

If he's cautious, he'll go the other way

A West 4th Street connection

But payola baby need affection

Watch everybody in the music game

There's an undercover lover kissin, ask Lena

You got the contract, the label not satisfied

Everybody flout, spent 9 million to go gold

Ask Benny Medina

They flop, he flop, you know they got dropped

with an option to sign again

You jackasses won't never sing a rhyme again

Frontin on "That's How I'm Livin," in the mansion

Papers on your floor, you break out like Robin

You saw the international star, with Miss Givens

Straight behind takeout Jamaican posse with mad triggers

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(So what you sayin, so what you sayin?)

[Chorus]

(So what you sayin, so what you sayin?)

[uncredited rapper]

I come with the clique if you slip get clipped

Money be flipped, the dope we ship

From Beach Street to Dancehall

Make the call, play the mall, we buy it all

This O.G. don't respect a suspect

You're low-tech, squash you like insect

You sniff blow, I count dough

A pimp with lamp to glow or grow

Get crunk, you won't make it to the trunk

I'm all you want, your boy's a punk

Popular and Briz, hers and his

The kid won't fiz, the kid's a whiz

Your career's coma, Tommy Mottola

Opiola, can't help you it's over

You're dismissed, don't return, hope you learn

H-Bomb, 7th Veil, our turn

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(So what you sayin, so what you sayin?)

[Chorus]

[Kool Keith]

He pays for the rotation

You pay for the relation

Your lyrics weak, the DJ must play

The town suffers, the people laugh at your frustration

Your vocals need Yugoslavia

Your rhyme need a vacation

When you rap I flip through the dials

18 million people change the station

Since the war, your rap's been depression

It's causing cities to suffer

Kids buy your whack CD, the families feel inflation

A recession like you the best and

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(So what you sayin, so what you sayin?)

[Chorus]

(So what you sayin, so what you sayin?)

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