Текст песни Kool Keith (Undatakerz) - Morgue (Kool Keith Mix)
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Party at the morgueParty at the morgueParty over there![Verse One: Reverand Tom - Kool Keith]Women know the flame, I can`t shame your fameWe bought the bottles, club bring in the reignDon Don of Pino, bottle up firstCall Vegas casino, the top cat with the dark blue CadillacUp to Reno from thereHit the Filipino, let her roll, get bold, reloadFirst name Gino, ValentinoTake her to the patio, park the spot, buck you`re hotYou`re nothin you`re not, breezin the spot, you get the lotParking lot, parking hotYou hit the door, the door barkin a lot (yo)With Johnny Donny in a MazerattiSlick Rick playin "La-Di-Da-Di"Yeah..I bowled `em and bake `em and shake `em and make `em and take `emand fake `em we make `em, bread yo mixed with Steak-UmDressed like sheep, asalaam alaikum[Verse Two: Thee Undatakerz]Yeahhh! There`s a party in the morgue, Bronx Brooklyn style!Hookers in fishnets, ladies do the wildRrrrah! Who got the PCP?Forty ounce Olde English, fresh D.M.C.Dominate beat breaks, hopped on the queenEastside Long Beach niggaz look at me[Verse Three: Thee Undatakerz]New Jersey in the house, Philly cats on meThe {?} high rock, smokin blunts of greenMiami hoes in the house, G-strings and thongsChicago pimps get paid when the record`s onRough - see me do my thingWe`re Detroit boss players with them pinky ringersRinky-dink cheap whores without chips ain`t jackSee the roof is on fire and the party is packedShake and bake and take the time to make a rhymethat penetrate straight through your mindThe whack, the flake, don`t test the great, debateThe broke I break you fake, like Greek platesRrrah!Party in the morgue {*repeat 4X*}[Verse Four: M-Balmer]Bum-bum-bum-bummm, mistressUp in the morgue, jump in the hottub and get a backrubSurrounded by some bad niggaz and a pound of bombuddThey like my love, that`s all I`m thinkin ofGive it to me now, here we go, now here to plunderWe can flow with it nowAnd I take it dowwwwwwwwwwntownI put `em under somehow I make it thunderI shake my back and then they wonderSippin on Cristal, slidin through the morgueThey hear me cumin... I`ll be makin all the noiseNow follow me boys!Who be the richest, the gist isM-Balmer the {?} mistressY`all know y`all wanna hit this!Party in the morgue {*repeat 12X*} (with ad libs)[Outro]Yeah yeah y`all, put your hands upI wanna see everybody, put one finger in the airIf you got more than two dollars in yo` pocketLet me see ya say hoooooooo, hoooooooooYeah y`all, you partyin right now in the morgueWith Thee Undertakerz, and we about to take you underSo if you think you fly, and you think you the bestWe better than you, we hot knahmsayin?It`s a platinum album and this how we doin itWe doin this for the year 2005, up in hereWe outta here, like that y`all, c`mon!