Kool Keith - Keith N Bumpy Lyrics
[kool keith]See.. you play around too *****in much(how many people you got hurt? )You aint learned your lesson yet(you aint learned your *****in lesson)You still playin and *****in aroundThats all you doin, you playin *****in aroundYouse a little *****..Youse a *****-ass nigga, smack your *****in skullies offYou niggaz aint learned a *****in lesson yet?Count your blessing yet, publicity got you mixed upAnd keiths *****ed your whole million dollar auraClean cut or thugged out, I dont give a *****Niggaz with that champagne shit*****in with me, youll earn a job in the cleanersGivin mother*****ers a permanent creaseWe dont do entertainment tonight, rosie odonn-ellPiss on niggaz like you and take your video modelsStraight to churchs chicken, and *****in mcdonalds***** all you glamourized faggot niggazYall on some real hardcore, maggot niggazCatch you in the gridlock in new york city trafficHit you in the face with a rock tied up in a *****in sockTell the cops, Ill chase you with a mac-10Follow your range rover with stockin capsFor seventy-eight more *****in blocksWatch ambulances and paramedics take off your paragon downRemove your *****in mop; take your body piecesIn a *****ed up van to a mexican chop shop***** a *****-ass bodyguard, bunch of niggaz squealinCancel your important meetings, we can do thisBroad daylight, just me and you in a *****in jamaican restertauntWho da ***** ya tink you are mon, what ya *****in doin?You dont know the ***** I am - load three four five clips*****in magazines, Ill show you the *****in bombYa bloodclot, catch you niggaz in quadrasonic or sonyPlatinum sounds, who is it bill?Whos *****in around with crazy tony?All that bullshit, walkin around with - hard packsYou mother*****ers carryin backpacksThats right, with your hooded parkasYou mother*****ers suck dick and youre phony[repeat 4x]Yall do yall shit in the studioWe bring our shit to your face![bumpy]My mental is sinister, I run shit like a prime ministerYou still breathin mother*****er? but now its time to finish yaBlood sport, I heard you on life supportBut ima make sure that you dont take the witness stand in courtAfternoon, ima creep up in your room, past the goonfore you (? ? ) ba-boom, and Im sendin yo ass to the moonAnother mother*****er bite the dust from the lustTo live plush, and he died quick - from the rushNow Im southbound, ***** the 6, take the greyhoundAny cat cross the line cant hide its goin downI got connects with tecs and white boats and jetsThink Im playin mother*****er? let me know who nextSilence and not loud, pick you off in the crowdNow your shorty growin up in the world as a fatherless childEverybody choose the *****in way that they wanna playJust remember one *****in day that that ass gotta payCause *****in with my gravy is like rapin my little babyAnd you still wouldnt be safe if you joined the *****in navyYou must be crazy, thinkin yo ass can get swayzeBut the only *****in thing you gon be doin is pushin up daisiesAnd it wont faze me, cause real gangsters raised meGhetto diamonds praised me and thugs slug just craze meI know it sounds strange, but its part of the gameI control *****es brains, when they suckin on my sugar caneMy fame came before money you *****in dummy*****es callin me bumpy while my dick is in they tummyBut if you cross the line, you wont be able to findThey mother*****in head, they limbs or they spineSo all you ***** mother*****ers better respect mineIf you plan on bein here to see the *****in sunshine(blaow!) blaow! with one in your spineKeith n bumpy, put one in your spine
