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yeah what's up what's up money
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It's Kool Keith
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You ever go to some girl's house
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and they act like they livin lavish
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two-thousand extreme with space chandeliers (space chandeliers)
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I mean rugs
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I mean just everything all over the carpet (yeah)
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With updated nineteen seventy-five music playing
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I pulling all your programs (all programs)
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That's right all you materialistic robots (robots)
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prepare
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Verse one:
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Yo I seen ya girl last night
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Flat butt is wack, skinny hips
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Bald head weave with the ashy lips
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Wig in the back seat
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With pay-less shoes on her feet
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Dirty Jeans
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With mildew spots in the washing machine
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Roommates with no place, babies crying, pissy pampers
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Roaches and flies funky panties hanging out the hamper
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Three big head boys, but one's got to go to school
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Her youngest daughter hair braided, lookin like a fool
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Empty refrigerator
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Family chew up now an laters
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No TV, just me there and the MC
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No gas, electric work
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The house smell make my head hurt
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Spots on the carpet,
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Station wagon at the supermarket
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With stamps on deck
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With beads around this girl's neck
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I crack a forty ounce
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Watch the ants, mouses bounces
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Yeah Yeah
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Chorus: (x4)
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I bring the ruckus straight from the sideline
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The year two-thousand
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Verse two:
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Daisy Dukes with stretch marks
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Her hair back in a bun
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Cookin pork and beans
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Some stale franks in the sun
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Kids ain't listenin
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Little Danny's got a hard head
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Bugs are crawlin
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Cables all smell like pee in the bed
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Old clothes ain't clean
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The bathroom scent is all toes
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Athlete's feet
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No door mats with water off the street
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Spraying the fungus
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The living room is humongus
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School lunch on the floor
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Baby vomit atomic, Raviolis
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With an old bowl of guacamole, Cap'n Crunch
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No milk, Chase it with some fruit punch
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Dishwashing liquid
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Cups of grease
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I ain't tryin to get whipped
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Straightening combs, I think
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Hair is all over the sink
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Tampons in the garbage can
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The house is hot
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Rent no fan
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Air condition is doomed
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With blunt smoke is in the room
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Fix all your nose snot rags
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Pouring cheerios
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No toilet tissue
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Baby wipe, your mom left a missile
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Acting fly I scoped a monkey
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With my human eye
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Dead up i'm serious
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The meatloaf ain't got me curious
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Dry turkey wings on the couch
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The cat ate everything
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You think you livin
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Tryin to dress up like Robin Givens
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Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
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Chorus: (x4)
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Verse three:
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No bills are paid
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just cabinets packed full with Kool-aid
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Wonder Bread I throw back
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Just missed over ya head
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Sardines with old shrimp
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Tuna fish is ludicrous
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Idaho potatoes
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A bag full of spoilt tomatoes
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Neighbors borrow, send the kids over need sugar
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Little Tonika's at the door her face full of boogers
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Colt forty-five on the table
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A six pack of Miller
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Fake Barbecues
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Honeys walk around like gorillas
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Stretch marks in action
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Stomach bumps look like mumps
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Popeye's chicken on the stove
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With the puppy lickin
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Everybody watching black and white tube tonight
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No color intentions
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Plastic bag hair extensions
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I grab a record from Rick
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Play the Fifth Dimensions
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Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
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Chorus: (x4)
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Sideline
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| Dr. Dooom |
