Текст песни Kool Keith - Maxin in the Shade
Kool Keith - Maxin in the Shade слова песни
Hey girl, you frontin on that phoneThat cellular phone ain`t workinWhat`s that? Pre-paid, from J&JAnd your voice mail is off, cause I called youSo you`re extravagant, think you all thatThere`s some corn flakes in the kitchenand turkey sandwich on top of the `fridgeratorThat`s right girl, don`t roll your eyes at me like a alligatorPut your Chanel shades on, walk with your thong in your buttRunnin your fingers through your cheap raise(?)Look at your girlfriend with her hair weave fallin outOn my phone, runnin up my billTalkin to broke-ass drug dealer friendsto Western Union you three dollars from CancunYou`re now in the red with your real hair stickin from under your wigshowin behind your head, with real, pimples on your faceYou can`t disrespect me in my place; them cigarettes smellLookin for NBA players to take you to eat and you don`t even have gasActin pretty you need to pull over in Taco BellI seen your kind before with mice spittinpumpkin seeds in your living room floorI know your type.. I know your typeMaxin in the shade - I know your typeMaxin in the shade - I know your typeMaxin in the shade - I know your typeYou can`t even cook a hot dog or pour a glass of milkYou`d rather walk around with plastic coats over your headin the rain lookin for a coach bag and Moschino beltYou need to see how McDonald`s feelStop lookin around like you "Superfly" and Ron O`NealI`ma let you know how beef and a quarter pound is realNow go get your autograph and take a picture with the CheeseburglarLet him know how you got your hair doneAnd you`re movin like you`re pregnant this monthwith your +Belly+ stickin out like movie and soundtrackYou dress up with diamonds just to eatDon`t even finish your plate completeWhen the bill come, you try to act like you can`t see the receiptWalkin up the block with Vivica Fox type girlfriendsJockin a seventy-year-old man, in a mansionwith a seventy-five Rolls Royce, that look like Alfred HitchcockMaybe he can afford your liposuction stretch marks and tax deductionThe second verse is still introductionSo you actin like a sad puppylookin at me through the fish tanks like a guppy(Why you have to look at me so stupid like that?)Maxin in the shade - I know your typeMaxin in the shade - I know your typeMaxin in the shade - I know your typeFirst of all I bought the food you didn`t even say thank youNow put on your bibs and chew your ribsYou got grease on your hand and your favorite skirtI`ma call your mom after you get off work so your head hurtYou wasn`t invited to the concert that`s V.I.P. backstageWho`s this? What you doin here?I`m ashamed of you, I`m bein straightI hate you, I`m not gonna face youI`ma take you to White Castle assholeI don`t wear platinum, I wear goldMy maturity ability is laughin at you like comedyYou need to sit down, pull out a Swanson TV dinnerPeanut butter and jelly`ll fill up your bellyBread in the cabinet start grabbin itKool-Aid and lemonade get comfortable under the shadeand let the barbershop, give your bob wig a tight fadeMaxin in the shade - I know your typeMaxin in the shade - I know your typeMaxin in the shade - I know your typeMaxin in the shadeYou slept with the wrong manAll seven of your big-head kids are ugly {*laughing*}