Текст песни Kool Keith - Everybody Playin` Here
Kool Keith - Everybody Playin` Here слова песни
Yo I ain`t hearin nothin, Kool Keith in the placeI`ma be all up in your faceYo, I`ma tell you, I don`t wanna hear what you got to say[Kool Keith]`Gwan from here, forget the all-star gameLight your ass man with flame, urinate in the brainLadies react move with panties off with the prawnsImposter from the BarbadosPrivate jets shock your island40 oz. undercover with a cashmereYour fake Gucci glasses, your jacket`s made out of reindeerJealous, I know you act like you don`t hearTop controller, winey wasteI`m not impressed, beyond your fat stomachTwist your tiny waistJacket and juice leave your bad mouth with a bad tasteWe keep it clean, no passin gas or sardines in hereNo girls with a lack of hygeine with sardines in hereYo, you know Garland, open the roof, crack the beer[Chorus]It`s apparent, tell no shame in hereEverybody know the game in hereKnow you playin in here, what you sayin in hereYou`re playin here[Kool Keith]Like Free and Mary J. Blige, AJ look like the Predator#1 with the tec-9 in the duffel bag, I`m your competitorBounty catcher master, you face me in AmericaYou know you guys rhymin little gay for commercialDeep in the industry, the anal crevicesY`all date men, your bodyguards too busy datin trendsThe kid on the mic, your hype man goes the other waySanta Monica butt boysFly your girls in from Chicago, IllanoisAsk the judge right here, don`t budge right hereY`all light in the ass, featherweight, fly your kite hereBird figures, y`all ain`t all that, don`t let me reveal youCap peel you, top of the mansion butt boysEarnin for girls, y`all strut boysPlay your right hand side with Tonka toysWalkin back and forth like Enoch against your crewSayin "crush, kill, destroy"Asian girls relax on Soul Train, you`re stiffEat your bok choi[Chorus][Kool Keith]Special effects make most of your average rappers with pastel colorsWallpaper in your background, I P-I-S-S on youGame benefits, collect C-I-S-S on youDon`t need one mic there, I`d rather vomit on twoPeople suck! Are you down? I`m in your areaYou bad, the more the merrierSanta Claus, put flammable fluid to your clawsI break all sissy lawsTreat you like a prosti` on Sunset, you betI know you`re in the back of the aisle, your girdle`s wetYou got the nerve to move and listen to Keitho SweatLook around yoYou`re like the girl who used to sing a long time in FloridaI call you Anquette[Chorus]