Keith Murray - How's That? Lyrics
Intro: redmanHuahhhhh!Ha ha, ayyaah, owww owwwFunked out, word is bond, word is bondThen you ayyyayyyah haIn the mother, in the mother*****in houseWith a dick in your mouthWord is bond, word is bondVerse one: erick sermonI freak a technique goin way back like just-iceAnd dont think twice because Im niceI come from the mothership unknown to manWith a blunt in my hand, a mic in the other handGod damn I slam I jam like thisSure nuff, my rap style is cold crushAnd plus, I tears the roof off the mothersuckerMy brother, fly shit that makes stevie wonderHeyyyy, who can it be now watch outIts the e live in 3-d with keith and r-e-dI gets down for my troopsAnd I ahh... get-it get-it get-it like lukeFor those, who dont believe my skills get theseI got mad expertise, for all you duck mcsIm funky like g thing my niggaI wanna know whos up in here, before I pull the trigger[is new york up in here? hell yeahIs def squad up in here? hell yeahIs nj up in here? hell yeahThe green berets up in here! hell yeah]Verse two: redmanVerbally, I sew the brains up like trapperJohn m.d. got nine millis made of lacquerCount dracula, back with the, tow-truck with theGet biz like mark fuel-injected like maximusMy style sicker than an aids victim drinkin forty-five malt liquorsI roll the spliff upThe underground, slam, shock like shazamCheck my jams get def when I kick methods like manComputerized robocop sounds I drop in sequenceFunky to death so ask that old ***** where the beef wentWhen I do em, I glue em, stick em like patrick ewingMy shit bumps like puerto rican people moved inNext door, I get raw with the grrrahhhh!Call four-one-one cause Im ghetto red hotBo bo bo! funk doctor spock catch a bruisinMy style gets respect fifty muslimsYou hang on strings like loose ends, with my hands on the nineWatch yo nugget *****, I get busy with mines[hows that? (cause I gets busy with mines)Hows that? (cause I gets busy with mines)Hows that? (cause I gets busy with mines)Hows that? (cause I gets busy with minesIts keith murray)]Verse three: keith murrayI come rollin in when I see that low flowHeckuva foe, heard a gun and settled for a metaphorIm naive between the sleeves of the sheetsMurderin, who should ever try to ***** with meMurray word is bond gets it onAnd ready to blow any nigga out the cypher of the sniper hype at dawnLong live def to the squadAnd we smokin everybody out there, shit it aint that hardI brings classic drama microphone enbalmerHave your momma beg behind bars for your kidneys tomorrowMy murderous apprentice e dubMakes hard funk beats that I become part ofWhen I be like a-e-i-o-u or battleNiggaz be like who who who who who like night owlsThe most beautifullest thing in this worldIs I shitted, and yall was with it dig it
