Lyrics:
the living room
Smokin a lot of weed with the Four Tops
Makin collect calls back home to my pops
My little brother said, "Keith - you need to stop!"
I
mixed with four kinds of liquors
Catch me at the bar "Fu Bar"
Ladies know who we are and
Dream of fuckin a star
Who da scrub
Shotgun in this man car
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
My mother likes family reunions
Last Wednesday my sister came calling
With her husband Keith who's all kneecaps and teeth
And little Billy who's
y'all burnin' cop cars?
Why'd the judge put me on probation?
So it y'all don't make no sense to us
And we don't make no sense to you
Let's all start using
what I've done
Who I am or where I'm from
If you don't know it by
Now then you just dumb
I ain't got no pistols, inf beams
Choppers or no Dracos
No car
Yo, a kid named Keith, he's a professional car thief
Cops give him props, his pops is the police chief
Model citizen, no jail convictions
Night time,
you once told me
[Chorus: x4]
It's time to get right
Flamboyant status
Smack a cop
N'ia what?
Upon him up, autopsy, look at the body from
just stand by
Not changing the laws or changing the system
Its murder if a cop kills an unarmed victim
Kap took a knee as a way to protest
But rebel
We was getting high
Under them stars
Makin money 4 tomorrow
Watching 4 them cop cars
Fighting beating every charge
4 the ones behind the bars
I know
the dead dog I stuffed with G's
Tell the cops that he died from fleas
That shit was well planned, but I know when it happens
When the shit hits
jax, but we might sling one
It ain't no shame in our game, we do our thing, son
Livin' the fast life with fast cars
Everywhere we go, people know
how we move is by design
Cause if I see a cop car on the top flashing lights
I can't just wait to see if it's the end of my life
Tired of running away
the dead dog I stuffed with G's
Tell the cops that he died from fleas
That shit was well planned, but I know when it happens
When the shit hits
[instrumental and Spanish speaking for 19 seconds]
[Keith Korg]
Astro Jetman, flight attendant, American Airlines
DC-10 with engine built to my back
ribs, cops shot ya whip
You've been chased by the pigs, sold the four year bid
Crashed cars, still came out without a scar
They tried to keep ya free
cop your-crack-and-go
What you asking for no sticks and seeds
Purple or that sour dies
Keep that yolo by the key
My block hotter than hollow-steam
All
rebuttals for real
Ya chick a thot, she lick the cock
Then gave scar to my man
Have four balls in her hand
She got jugglin' skills
But stop by ya spot
to be questioned
Have your whole hood holler shit about my progression
[Verse 4: T.I.]
You knowin' my attitude shitty, only a buck fifty
So I keep
jax, but we might sling one
It ain't no shame in our game, we do our thing, son
Livin' the fast life with fast cars
Everywhere we go, people know
it Jim" or
"Get a nigger over so I blame it on him"
Nigga's getttin' like the oldies
Played the fuck out, we only known for stealin' cars
three cheffings
By the time he came home, it would've been P-7
Hmp's the only time I'm watchin' Keith Lem
Won't see me on WhatRappersWore in all black
the task hit
New jacks try to run and get they ass split
And a nine ain't shootin blanks
It's the cop who had a fucked up day and a little drink
Get
Playin' their little crappy love songs by the fire
I learned solos by ear
And never on a Squire
We avoid those
Cop the black Strat with a Floyd Rose
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