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Kool Keith lyrics - Sex Style

Keep It Real... Represent

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[Kool Keith] Yeah, rappers, spread your cheeks Pull your panties down Take your wig off, let me see your bald head That's right, I got you on Kodak Your pictures are goin out to Black Tail You're gonna be a star Yeah.. I heard you quit rap, your wife went back to porno flicks You turned drag queen, a call girl doin tricks Nighttime prostitute kid, I'ma take your loot I heard you queer now like Boy George, blowin flutes With high heels, you stole your mom's birth control pills You on some new stuff, I heard about that sex change You got a vagina, your grandmother think it's strange New eyeliner, you was flirtin with a gay designer Your girl felt mines, and pulled off her Calvin Kleins I saw Tampax, gonorrhea red stopsigns I looked at her and said, Mmm.. put your panties back on then jerked off to Foxy Brown, when her verse was on I wanna stand back and bust nuts at your butts Your girl is cocked up, with lollipops, doggie style I feel I'm dealin with plastic, watch these fake smiles Yeah, meet my left and my right Keep it real.. represent what? My nuts (2X) [Kool Keith] I got utensils, back up kid, yo guard your rectum I'm crazy out here, mental man, don't respect him You now in pain, your mom just had the abortion Big head Boo, I put some roaches on your whole crew Have you scared with crack pipes, your family throwin doodoo Wear out your welcome, your little girl sex desires Have you handicapped, some friends of mine blow your tires Like Alfred Hitchcock, the ghost stands on your block With nine mil's for drug addicts, I keep triggers cocked You on some methane, my witchcraft is on your brain Blow out your headpiece, and break out quick on the plane Seal up your coffins, and celebrate with champagne Get my drink, Absolut, cranberry juice Paranoid by rug spots, you see the purple moose You smokin sherm or what? I paralyze that butt Lick my d-head, you girls still pee in the bed Yo take that wig off, yo punk let me see that caesar Keep it real.. represent what? My nuts (3X) [Kool Keith] I gets more wreck, than ? kids in baby's Pampers Your wife is banned for leavin bras in my hampers That heffer's ugly, plastic why you still bug me I'm on Melrose, Nicole's takin sun strolls Black girls with weaves, white girls with flat butts With the name H-O-M-O spelled in your name You was a woman one time, man I know your game With panties stuck up, sweat leakin in your crotch Collard greens you wet pig, you can't eat that much I shut you down, your whole face two o'clock Have your girl on sunset, in Denny's suckin cock With white pumps up, blonde wigs rottin in the trunks That homeless monkey, Barbie doll crystal junkie I'm no joke and have respect for your kinfolks Tie your tubes back, my scope is on your asscrack You got paid for doodoo, that package rap was wack Yeah yeah, you know what? Yeah Keep it real.. represent what? My nuts (4X) That's right, nine-six and seven (Reverand Tom) Representin the scrotum (Octagon) All the hairs under the testicles (The SharkMan) Lick.. (Kool Keith) Yeah, don't buy _The Basement Tapes_ Sheisty things going on, somebody's on the pipes Labels foldin, goin down in ninety-six Nobody play the records City's out, no Tuff, Tuff.. pity

Let's Get It (Remix)

G-DEP "Child Of The Ghetto"
(feat. Black Rob, Kain, Loon, Mark Curry) [Black Rob] They said that I'm a Rottweiler And I'm from the Rottweiler house, the Rottweiler New York [Loon over Black Rob (P. Diddy)] We just happy to be here (This is the remix) Fuckin cock suckers (Bad Boy baby), haha! [Kain] Yo.. aiyyo, get smacked silly (right) Kain am I aid and check wet willys (uhh) Dep cracked the dutch cause Curry broke the philly (what) News at ten, Bad Boy, hope ya know not them dudes again (not them dudes again) Yeah we hold vendettas, big ten letters (what) S6s with fourteen antennas (c'mon) Or in the Porsche with the buckets back, hah (Oh my God!) Bitches like, 'Who the fuck is that' Ciaffi, freaked off, drunk off Saki (that's right) Got 'em +Eyeing The Tiger+ like +Rocky+ (c'mon) When I, step on the scene I'm expectin my cream Stand by and I'm reppin for Queens (that's right) My destination is, detonation (say what) If one verse-out, my mouth could dead a nation (that's right) Yeah I said it, and Diddy gon' and did it (c'mon) Put these rappers on edit, now let's get it (let's get it) [Chorus] Make this money, take this money (let's get it) Ain't no way you can take this from me (let's get it) Ain't shit funny (uhh) shake it honey (let's get it) Take it money, now let's get it (let's get it) [P. Diddy over Chorus] This, is, the, remix - Bad Boy baby.. We just happy to be back [Mark Curry] Curry the paperchaser, lace the track up with 16 bars of crack Bring it back from the block, sub on () workin it wherever you at Get the money and the nigga, no takin nothin from me I'm hungry for it, I'm fadin niggaz 'cross the border And if they want war, we can war (we can war) I'm chin-chose down to the floor (uhh) Round 'em and count 'em, take 'em all (uhh) Ya lookin for the hook up, who ya call The M the A the R the K the C-U double R-Y Shit crackin all night, gotta hear it all types I'm to the pavement, my nights and days wit (uh-huh) While you stare in amazement, I'm hotter than Cajun You're blazin, throwin up my tre's in, who want 'em Just like that, a 360 on 'em, get that Twist yo' ball caps and rep how ya livin It's all about the cash, let's get it (let's go) [Chorus] [P. Diddy over Chorus] C'mon, Bad Boy's young guns This, is, the, remix - Loon.. [Loon] Uhh, yeah, now check it out, yo, check it out I'm 'bout a dollar, son, I see through it, I gotta follow (c'mon) If ya ain't borrow money I gotta holla (holla) Simple and plain (plain), the reason why I entered the game (that's right) I seen Sean do it, so I'm tryin to get it the same (let's go) Pimpin ain't changed, niggaz still gettin 'em thangs Got the six with Shaquille feet rippin 'em lanes Got a chick that's a real freak givin me brains The temperature changed, soon as nigga get off the plane So ya know a nigga gettin some change, stand over the game While do they shake they shoulders the same (why) We get money, they ain't supposed to be playin So what we supposed be sayin You niggaz actin like these crackers ain't payin So let's get it (you got it), so let did it again (c'mon) In 2002, son, I'm diggin the Benz (that's right) With the rims that stop but continue to spin (yeah) My shorty come with a crew son, I'm diggin the French So let's get it [P. Diddy over Loon's last line] This, is, the, remix [Chorus] [P. Diddy over Chorus] Bad Boy baby, The Saga Continues, The Saga Continues The Saga Continues [G. Dep] Soul Controller (yeah!), rap Ayatollah Kids hate me when they older I put cracks by the stroller (c'mon) I'm registered voter, motherfuck a quota Give some bakin soda and a quarter (yeah) Bet I flow straight up out the water I'ma wreck the game 'til it say 'Out of order' (uh-huh) Put the high score up, then tear the floor up On the world tour with your whore out in Europe Head on the tour bus (ehh) Do what them niggaz in the drop thinks cooler Called up five reporters to thank my supporters Hittin wives and daughters Brought 'em neck spray from Estee Lauders Call Puffy to order [P. Diddy] Aiyyo, call me Diddy, I run this city Send the cops, the D.A. and feds to come get me Cats wanna leave me for dead you comin with me Gettin head in the Bentley red at one fifty (aah!) Straight lose it, love two things my money my music Might co-write and produce it, drop mine, hot 9 exclusive Got y'all +Hulkin+ like +Bruce+ did (say what, say what) Cause I can, break backs and stacks, it's no problem (no problem) Make raps and tracks and go Harlem I get worldwide coverage I got so many spots I don't even buy luggage Ya love it; make moves major, hide out in Asia If your girl keep comin around them I'm a blaze her I'm the Bad Boy flavor, light blue gators NOT GUILTY!! [echoe] C'mon [Chorus] [P. Diddy over Chorus] This, is, the, remix - Bad Boy baby The Saga Continues, The Saga Continues [Black Rob] I be the east side Soprano, Rob Marciano Flow in each channel with the Iverson handle (c'mon) Forty-five sparks (haha) turn your day gray flannel Snatch the yay of the mantle, then proceed to dismantle Can't slay Rob How many niggaz done tried to play mob, quit they day job Tired of putting broke niggaz under the wing If I go to jail again I'm going under the bing Act like you gonna pull that thing thing You the only one that always get stuck for bling bling I represent 'A' block in Sing Sing Almost caught a buck fifty for fuckin a Latin King's queen (oh papi!) Moves for paper, booze no chaser Bullets out the blazer four-fifths with laser (take that) Come and get your shit splitted, newspapers say I did it (he ain't do it) Now let's get it (let's get it) [Chorus] [P. Diddy over Chorus] This, is, the, remix - Bad Boy baby, yeah [Chorus] [P. Diddy over Chorus] This, is, the, remix - Bad Boy baby 2001, The Saga Continues [P. Diddy] The Saga Continues, yeah [ad libs to end]

Every Which Way

JAHEIM "Still Ghetto"
(feat. Duganz) [Baby cooing in Background] Every which way but the right way Yeah Yeah Yeah (You keep on doing me) Every which way but the right way Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah...(You keep keep doing it to me) Every which way but the right way Yeah Yeah Yeah (You keep on doing me) Every which way but the right way Girl it's the same ol' situation: I comes home workin' to hear ya fussin' That stress on 9 ta 5 don't need ya buggin' Hands up in my face straight cussin' for nuthin' And I really don't wanna hafta lose it But your wearin' me out Needta quite you mouth Ya never had to ask fo' nothing Why don't you get off your ass cook, clean, or sumthin' Girl haven't I been good to you I let you do what you wanna do You push a E5 ice-blue What the hell you tryna prove, baby Every which way but the right way Yeah Yeah Yeah (You keep on doing me) Every which way but the right way Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah...(You keep keep doing it to me) Every which way but the right way Yeah Yeah Yeah (You keep on doing me) Every which way but the right way Girl it makes no sense how you handle your biz I'm hearing on da low you back at it again. Ya all up in the streets like you ain't go no kids I had enough, Girl pack your shit Now one day you gonna see that I was best for you Ya gonna miss in all the things that i did for you You was a Diamond in da Ruff Girl I cleaned you up You fucked up Gotta leave your stuff (Tell me) Haven't I been good to you let you do what you wanna do E5 ice-blue What the hell you tryna prove, baby Every which way but the right way Yeah Yeah Yeah (You keep on doing me) Every which way but the right way Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah...(You keep keep doing it to me) Every which way but the right way Yeah Yeah Yeah (You keep on doing me) Every which way but the right way (Let me tell you something) [Rap:] Why you thinking its a game Girl when I don't play You smart, but always got something stupid to say My heart, telling me to leave you Head tellin' me stay Both of them But you, You getting carried away Now let's see You don't cook You wanna shop and lay What you reside in a home where you don't pay not even the cable Girl, how dare you act that way I wear the boxers 'round here Everyday All day Last time I checked that car you drive is whos Let me guess, same dude that supplied them shoes I ain't even gonna trip In fact, I ain't gonna say shit, but screw you you ungrateful bitch Every which way but the right way Yeah Yeah Yeah (You keep on doing me) Every which way but the right way Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah...(You keep keep doing it to me) Every which way but the right way Yeah Yeah Yeah (You keep on doing me) Every which way but the right way

One

GHOSTFACE KILLAH "Supreme Clientele"
(feat. T.M.F.) [Intro: Ghostface, (Big Trife)] Yo, yeah {'New Ghostface!'} Yeah, to glorious days {'one'} Yeah God, check it out y'all We back, yes yes y'all {'one'} (Fake roller derbies) Yeah, masked avengers We're here to sharpen your sword {'one'} All praises due to T.M.F., Wu-Tang Clan Scream on it, Ghost [Ghostface] Aiyyo, we at the weedgate, waitin for Jake We want eight ravioli bags, two thirsty villians yelling bellyaches {'one'} Heavyweight rhyme writers hittin the grass Stash the right bitch, pull out his kite from this white bitch {'one'} Talkin bout, 'Dear Ghost, you the only nigga I know like when the cops come, you never hide your toast' {'one'} Guests started mashing, CVL, Ice Water battlion Past tense place to gold caskets {'one'} Dru Hill bitches, specialist loungin at the mosk Suede cufy, Rabbi come dig up a dentist {'one'} Rhymes is made of garlic, never in the target when the NARC's hit, rumor is you might start to spit {'one'} You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted on the dancefloor, mangos is free followed by Ghost {'one'} Dug behind monument cakes, we never half-baked Alaskan, cess-capade, pushin new court dates {'one'} Trauma, hands is like candy canes, lay my balls on ice The branches in my weed be the vein {'one'} Swimsuit issue, darts sent truly from the heart, boo, I miss you See daddy rock a wristful {'one'} Moder-en slave God, graveyard spells, fog your goggles Layin like needles in the hospital {'one'} Five steps to conquer, Ax Vernon debt, big ass whistle Ziploc your ear, here thistle {'one'} [T.M.F. - both] To my real bitches take your drawers off To all my high niggas, snatch her skirt off {'one'} Just in case she wanna play, get up in that bitch face and tell her Ghost said, 'Take your clothes off!' {'one'} [Ghostface] Aiyyo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they goin crazy {'one'} Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts Fast from the heart y'all, and GROW UP {'one'} Aiyyo, crash thru, break the glass, Tony with the goalie mask That's the pass, heavy ice Roley layin on the dash {'one'} Love the grass, cauliflower hurtin when I dumped the trash Sour mash surgeon, heavy glass up at the Wally bash {'one'} Sunsplash, autograph blessin with your name slashed Backdraft, four-pounders screamin with the pearly hats {'one'} Children fix the contrast as the sound clashes Mrs. Dash, sprinkle wit her icicle eyelash {'one'} Ask Cap or Pendergrass for backstage passes Special guest, no more Johnny Blaze, Johnny Mattress {'one'} Acrobat, run up on that Love Jones actress Distract the cat while I'm high sugar get a crack at this {'one'} Dickin down Oprah, jumprope, David Dinkins Watch the Black mayor of DC, hit them open Tangerine sofa, two super soakers in the Rover Hit the sport's bar, tell a young lady to bend over {'one'} Meditated yoga, powder ball, dancin with the vulture Castor Troy layin for Travolta {'one'} Yo, switch the lingo, five-nine-seventy God glow, seven-fifteen, fall be heavenly {'one'} Aiyyo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they goin crazy {'one'} Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts Fast from the heart y'all, and GROW UP {'one'} [Outro: Ghostface, (Trey-Mack), ] Aiyyo, Wu-Tang Clan, T.M.F. in the motherfuckin joint We all connect as {'one'} (Aw shit, baby) Straight up and down y'all (Staple-town, y'all) Yo, how many girls you gotta fuck, yo {'one'} (Ah-hah, knowI'msayin Trey-Mack, what) How many nuts you might bust {'one'} Haha, straight up and down {'one'} (How many shots) {'one'} {'one'} (That's it) Word up How many cakes we bake, y'all {'one'} (Yo, yo, yo) {'one'} (Aw shit, haha) {'one'} {'one'}

Independent

SALT 'N' PEPA "Blacks' Magic"
When duty call, the leader Pep come hard Try to dis my girl Salt, up goes my guard Still feminine, feminine still, yes But then next pump a hundred weight bench press So what it mean, Pep I'm not impressed Cuz I wear the pants, and you wear the dress Punk, you're lovin' stunk, you're not a hunk This is independent funk And I'm gettin' ready for the year 2000 Independent - yes, I'm housin' Independent - yeah, now watch me Independent - no one can stop me Woman and I am independent I make my own money so don't tell me how to spend it Cuz you need me, and I don't need you So listen close, boy, to my independent funk Yeah, can you feel it Yes, it's my, it's my independent funk (Yawn) You're sleepy, go to bed Wanna step Go ahead and jet Now wake up from your dreamin' cuz you're dealin' with the Pep Like Oakley from the Knicks, yes, I'm havin' a ball You think because you're leaving that I'm gonna take a fall It was small thing, oooo, it was really too small Livin' large, boy, standing ten feet tall Now my heart won't dent, keep the money I lent And don't forget I pay the rent, this is my apartment I'm independent I am independent That's right I said it, and be damn sure I meant it Cuz a girl like me can have anybody So give my love, boy, to my independent funk Hey... Salty the V.I.P., you should have stuck with me What are you stupid Huh, my pockets run deep So flex the Rolex and the sex that I gave ya In jail with no bail and now nothin' can save ya You want me to visit I ain't with it lizard We had magic now ya lost without the love wizard Ya had to cross me, and now you lost me Get off me softy, I'm the boss, see You can't disguise the lies in your eyes - you're not a heartbreaker You're a fraud, and I'm bored - you're a fake faker It's too late to debate with the moneymaker After while, crackhead - see ya later, gator Woman and I am independent I make my own money so don't tell me how to spend it Cuz you need me, and I don't need you So listen close, boy, to my independent funk Yeah, so funky, so funky No, no, no more nookie for you cuz I gave ya the boot Go ahead and go in your Yugo, gonna miss the Benz Coupe, hometroop Who's supportin' ya now Got a job or do ya rob I heard you're sellin' drugs - wow Big man, huh But just understand Uncle Sam know the scam You'll end up in the can Singin' a sad song cuz you did me wrong Couldn't fool me for long, I got it goin' on I'm independent Yes, I am independent That's right I said it, and be damn sure I meant it Cuz a girl like me can have anybody So give my love, boy, to my independent funk Hey yeah...my independent funk It's just an independent funk Get with this independent funk You're a baby so maybe you just needed a babysitter Bitter I figure I'm rid of a piece of litter Tiger, tigger, I bounce back, and you're a quitter Your girl is gone for good so just forget her You're blind, you'll never find another better Your mind stays on a behind in a tight sweater Burned your flowers and your love letters Never a tear will I shed I'm independent Yes, I am independent I make my own money so don't tell me how to spend it Cuz you need me, and I don't need you So listen close, boy, to my independent funk Yeah...

For Taking The Trouble

JACKSON BROWNE "The Naked Ride Home"
For taking the trouble, for hanging on and tryin' Now you've been working through the rubble of a shattered mind Yeah Baby, tell me why the tears are falling from your eye Tears of laughter, tears of grief, are they the tears of a captured thief? You thought that you were home free, thought you had her well in hand But there were things about her you didn't understand Yeah Baby, tell me how you're gonna keep that promise now? To live your life without regret and make it work with what you get You didn't then, but now you know When she began to lie-you really should have let her go You're learnin' how to talk about it, you're learnin' how to bend It's like you're learning how to walk all over again Yeah Baby, tell me who you're gonna give your lovin' to? That girl who catches every eye Or the one you can set your compass by You set it by her soulful smile The fire in her eye And the way she goes that extra mile The love you wanted this to be Is somewhere down the line You'll find her eventually Your grandma and her grandma Sittin' 'round heaven discussin' the law Lovin' that girl was not your crime, Livin' without her gonna take some time Lovin' that girl next thing you knew, You'd turned away from the thing you do Lovin' that girl, you couldn't see Living without her gonna make you free

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