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Yo whassup, whassup money? It's Kool Keith
You ever go to some girls' houses and they act like they livin lavish?
2000 Extreme, with space chandeliers?
I mean rugs, I mean just, everything all over the carpet
With updated 1975 music playin
I'm pullin all your programs
That's right all you materialistic robots, prepare
Yo, I seen your girl last night, flat but it's waxed
Skinny hips, bowlhead weave with the ashy lips
Wig in the backseat, with Payless shoes on her feet
Dirty jeans with mildew spots in the washing machine
Roommates with no plates, babies cryin, pissy pampers
Roaches and flies, funky panties hangin out they hamper
Three big head boys, but one's gotta go to school
Her youngest daughter hair braided, lookin like a fool
Empty refrigerator, family chore, Now and Laters
No TV, just me there, and I'm the MC
No gas and electric work, the house smell, make my head hurt
Spots on the carpet, station wagon at the supermarket
WIC stamps on deck, with peas around this girl's neck
I crack a forty ounce, watch the ants, mouses bounce
Yeahhh yeahh
I bring the ruckus, straight from the sidelines
The year 2000
I bring the ruckus, straight from the sidelines
The year 2000
I bring the ruckus, straight from the sidelines
The year 2000
I bring the ruckus, straight from the sidelines
The year 2000
Daisy Dukes with stretch marks, her hair back in a bun
Cookin pork and beans, some stale franks in the sun
Kids ain't listenin, little Danny's got a hard head
Bugs are crawlin, cable's off, smell like pee in the bed
Old clothes ain't clean, the bathroom scent is all toes
Athlete's feet, no doormats, with water off the street
Sprayin the fungus, the living room, is humongous
School lunch on the floor, baby vomit atomic
Raviolis, with a old bowl of guacamole
Cap'n Crunch, no milk, chase it with some fruit punch
Dishwashing liquid cups are greased, I ain't tryin to get whipped
Straightening combs I think, hair is all over the sink
Tampons in the garbage can, the house is hot, with no fan
Air conditioner's doomed, with blunt smokers in the room
Vicks on your nose, snotrags, pourin Cheerios
No toilet tissue baby, wipe your mom, left a missile
Actin fly, I scope the monkey with my human eye
Get up I'm serious, the meatloaf ain't got me curious
Dry turkey wings on the couch, the cat ate everything
You think you livin, tryin to dress up, like Bobby Givens
Yeahhh yeahhh yeahhh yeahhh
No bills are paid, just cabinets packed, full with Kool-Aid
Wonder bread I throw back, just missed, over your head
Sardines with old shrimp, tuna fish is ludicrous
Idaho potatoes, a bag, full of spoiled tomatoes
Neighbors borrow, send they kids over, needin sugar
Little Tarniqua's at the door, her face full of boogers
Colt 45 on the table, a six pack of Miller
Fake barbecues, honies walkin around, like gorillas
Stretch marks in action, stomach bumps, look like mumps
Popeye's chicken, on the stove, with the puppy lickin
Everybody watchin, black and white, move tonight
No color intentions, plastic bag, hair extensions
I grab a record from Brick, play The Fifth Dimension
Yeahhh yeahhh yeahhh yeahhh
You ever go to some girls' houses and they act like they livin lavish?
2000 Extreme, with space chandeliers?
I mean rugs, I mean just, everything all over the carpet
With updated 1975 music playin
I'm pullin all your programs
That's right all you materialistic robots, prepare
Yo, I seen your girl last night, flat but it's waxed
Skinny hips, bowlhead weave with the ashy lips
Wig in the backseat, with Payless shoes on her feet
Dirty jeans with mildew spots in the washing machine
Roommates with no plates, babies cryin, pissy pampers
Roaches and flies, funky panties hangin out they hamper
Three big head boys, but one's gotta go to school
Her youngest daughter hair braided, lookin like a fool
Empty refrigerator, family chore, Now and Laters
No TV, just me there, and I'm the MC
No gas and electric work, the house smell, make my head hurt
Spots on the carpet, station wagon at the supermarket
WIC stamps on deck, with peas around this girl's neck
I crack a forty ounce, watch the ants, mouses bounce
Yeahhh yeahh
I bring the ruckus, straight from the sidelines
The year 2000
I bring the ruckus, straight from the sidelines
The year 2000
I bring the ruckus, straight from the sidelines
The year 2000
I bring the ruckus, straight from the sidelines
The year 2000
Daisy Dukes with stretch marks, her hair back in a bun
Cookin pork and beans, some stale franks in the sun
Kids ain't listenin, little Danny's got a hard head
Bugs are crawlin, cable's off, smell like pee in the bed
Old clothes ain't clean, the bathroom scent is all toes
Athlete's feet, no doormats, with water off the street
Sprayin the fungus, the living room, is humongous
School lunch on the floor, baby vomit atomic
Raviolis, with a old bowl of guacamole
Cap'n Crunch, no milk, chase it with some fruit punch
Dishwashing liquid cups are greased, I ain't tryin to get whipped
Straightening combs I think, hair is all over the sink
Tampons in the garbage can, the house is hot, with no fan
Air conditioner's doomed, with blunt smokers in the room
Vicks on your nose, snotrags, pourin Cheerios
No toilet tissue baby, wipe your mom, left a missile
Actin fly, I scope the monkey with my human eye
Get up I'm serious, the meatloaf ain't got me curious
Dry turkey wings on the couch, the cat ate everything
You think you livin, tryin to dress up, like Bobby Givens
Yeahhh yeahhh yeahhh yeahhh
No bills are paid, just cabinets packed, full with Kool-Aid
Wonder bread I throw back, just missed, over your head
Sardines with old shrimp, tuna fish is ludicrous
Idaho potatoes, a bag, full of spoiled tomatoes
Neighbors borrow, send they kids over, needin sugar
Little Tarniqua's at the door, her face full of boogers
Colt 45 on the table, a six pack of Miller
Fake barbecues, honies walkin around, like gorillas
Stretch marks in action, stomach bumps, look like mumps
Popeye's chicken, on the stove, with the puppy lickin
Everybody watchin, black and white, move tonight
No color intentions, plastic bag, hair extensions
I grab a record from Brick, play The Fifth Dimension
Yeahhh yeahhh yeahhh yeahhh