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Текст песни Kool Keith - Little Girls

Kool Keith - Little Girls слова песни

Yo Keith man I just turned off the TV man Kids out there be thinkin they hardcore man We gotta do somethin man, yo Do it{Little girls.. think they`re hardcore..} (4X)[Kool Keith]You got nine cars, tons of champagne, by the casesTwo thousand people killed, fake murder casesVideos exaggerate things you never makeYour style is all tissue, chocolate fudge cream cakeThe companies back you, people out there wanna slap youOriginal fraud, funny with a mic cordPersuadin kids that you hard, every stage you tourCold scared you in a motel, you can`t come outAfter the show, with panties on, you hurry run outYou petrified hallucinatin thinkin hardcoreYou got the style now, you have to roll with 50 peopleLookin hard and mean, you ain`t pullin triggersDid you pay your bodyguards, for actin hard?You get pistol-whipped, booty tapped, face scarredDown and out, with camouflage gear, and no warYou ain`t in the army kid..{Little girls.. think they`re hardcore..} (3X)[Kool Keith]Now your show`s packed up, you`re gassed upI`m there you`re scaredYou just turned twat, looked away feelin weirdYou on the walkie talkie standin close near the doorThinkin bout your records how you pop doo-doo morePosses wait in Texas, Detroit for the bumrushYou bringin rubber, your crew is nervous smokin dustYou perpetrate your front, show your teeth, smokin bluntsRappers cancel shows, ran away with stuntsYour manager scared, with ghetto mugs starin at himYour crew pressured more, to even act harderYou took New York, down South them folks, wasn`t havin thatThree kids from D.C. pulled out, what you laughin at?You ran out, funny style, girl style, panty styleFreestyle the same style last weekyou was bitin off that kid Bo PeepWith no panties on, your rectum got tornRearranged, I caught you after the showNaked out, butt out, cracked out, with two rolls of filmTryin to sell pictures of your loverwith you, molestin your little brotherI smacked you and stole your pistols{Little girls.. think they`re hardcore..} (4X)[Kool Keith]Tommy, didn`t I raise you to go to Catholic school? But mom, I gotta keep this up, this is all a front This is just gimmicks to sell my records The people don`t have to know I mean really, that`s just me, even though we`re soft Me and my friends all of us We just make money, that`s all, it`s a gimmick

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