Dr. Dooom - Sideline Lyrics
Yeah whats up whats up moneyIts kool keithYou ever go to some girls houseAnd they act like they livin lavishTwo-thousand extreme with space chandeliers (space chandeliers)I mean rugsI mean just everything all over the carpet (yeah)With updated nineteen seventy-five music playingI pulling all your programs (all programs)Thats right all you materialistic robots (robots)PrepareVerse one:Yo I seen ya girl last nightFlat butt is wack, skinny hipsBald head weave with the ashy lipsWig in the back seatWith pay-less shoes on her feetDirty jeansWith mildew spots in the washing machineRoommates with no place, babies crying, pissy pampersRoaches and flies funky panties hanging out the hamperThree big head boys, but ones got to go to schoolHer youngest daughter hair braided, lookin like a foolEmpty refrigeratorFamily chew up now an latersNo tv, just me there and the mcNo gas, electric workThe house smell make my head hurtSpots on the carpet,Station wagon at the supermarketWith stamps on deckWith beads around this girls neckI crack a forty ounceWatch the ants, mouses bouncesYeah yeahChorus: (x4)I bring the ruckus straight from the sidelineThe year two-thousandVerse two:Daisy dukes with stretch marksHer hair back in a bunCookin pork and beansSome stale franks in the sunKids aint listeninLittle dannys got a hard headBugs are crawlinCables all smell like pee in the bedOld clothes aint cleanThe bathroom scent is all toesAthletes feetNo door mats with water off the streetSpraying the fungusThe living room is humongusSchool lunch on the floorBaby vomit atomic, raviolisWith an old bowl of guacamole, capn crunchNo milk, chase it with some fruit punchDishwashing liquidCups of greaseI aint tryin to get whippedStraightening combs, I thinkHair is all over the sinkTampons in the garbage canThe house is hotRent no fanAir condition is doomedWith blunt smoke is in the roomFix all your nose snot ragsPouring cheeriosNo toilet tissueBaby wipe, your mom left a missileActing fly I scoped a monkeyWith my human eyeDead up Im seriousThe meatloaf aint got me curiousDry turkey wings on the couchThe cat ate everythingYou think you livinTryin to dress up like robin givensYeah yeah yeah yeahChorus: (x4)Verse three:No bills are paidJust cabinets packed full with kool-aidWonder bread I throw backJust missed over ya headSardines with old shrimpTuna fish is ludicrousIdaho potatoesA bag full of spoilt tomatoesNeighbors borrow, send the kids over need sugarLittle tonikas at the door her face full of boogersColt forty-five on the tableA six pack of millerFake barbecuesHoneys walk around like gorillasStretch marks in actionStomach bumps look like mumpsPopeyes chicken on the stoveWith the puppy lickinEverybody watching black and white tube tonightNo color intentionsPlastic bag hair extensionsI grab a record from rickPlay the fifth dimensionsYeah yeah yeah yeahChorus: (x4)
