27 shots

27 shots Lyrics

[Kool Keith]
They try to say California is plastic
I think New York got the most plastic niggaz too
f**k all you niggaz comin out to the Soul Train Awards
with them pop ass headsets - around your ears like Britney Spears
That's some old Bobby Brown and New Edition sh*t
That's some old REAL Michael Jackson sh*t
I'm comin with Crazy Vic
Let me hear you tryin to copy my sh*t

f**k the impact eventually
cause there's a lot of corny niggaz performin out there
Fat stomachs, make-up and eye glare
What the f**k do I care?
Niggaz with they ass out
Groupies in cheap motels tryin to f**k and crash out
Motherf**kers ain't networkin
Strippers checkin in - motherf**kers on motorcycles
Pickup trucks with license plates on 'em
Bringin mad sh*t from down South
Big after-parties I'ma turn my phone off
I don't wanna shake hands, meet no-f**kin-body, arrogant bastard
No commercial sh*t, break your neck, suck my dick in the world
f**k the critics everything I make is a hit
f**k you applehead motherf**kers tryin to make some old
carribean mixed with that Trinity keyboard sh*t
Hip-Hop sh*t, that's some old Broadway musical sh*t
I don't even listen to that cartoon sh*t
Tell your A&R and his wife to get out my f**kin life

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Shut up; listen to my sh*t cause yo' cassette single is gay
Writin that bullsh*t I hear on the radio by these homo niggaz everyday
Butter soft sissy sh*t
I got the real tell it like it is p**sy sh*t
Yo' sh*t is some fake-ass gorilla code sh*t
White suits mansion yachts scared-ass nigga
Doin videos buyin models on some boat sh*t
I tell you straight G I can't f**k with it
Girls still messin with you; your sh*t is wack
Any b**ch in they right mind shouldn't have sex wit you
Rusty nigga that don't use soap
I f**k around, and p**s all over your leather faggot-ass trenchcoat
Don't ever act hardcore
Youse a suburban nigga, you get serviced nigga
You never even been in a f**kin street fight
Look at your old photo album pictures - youse a bunch of hype
Kiss my ass, nobody picked up the f**kin mic
Untalented b**ch like you some wild ass
inner-city kid from the projects - who's next?

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Then I really disrespect all production out there
That bullsh*t niggaz programmin, f**k Johnny Hammond
Sonny Stitch, that sh*t ain't gettin you rich
Just a packed crowd, low b**ches, a bunch of f**kin dicks
I'd rather see some ass, a nice club with a fat ass
And all you motherf**kers actin like you Jamaican
American to the core, copyin that sh*t on tour
Y'all niggaz be against speakers with your ears sore
Stank ass boots with no socks on, f**kin up the dancefloor
Since when you ate codfish and meat patties?
I got cousins with jheri curls in caddies

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