[Kool Keith]

Don't hurt 'em - don't hurt 'em

Kool Keith... yeah

New York City in the house

California in the house

Texas in the house

Miami in the house



Forget sneakers that look like hot dogs

Yo fam, you hear me chewin your chicken gizzards

I'm more reptile than 10 of your Timberland boots

is worth one pair of my lizards

Just order your two-piece Kentucky Fried to go

That watch on your arm you said it was real?  You lied you know

Actin like a Spanish guy goin crazy over one girl

The latest thing in New York - overprotective insecure asshole

A J-Lo lookalike with a Burger King stomach

Man go ahead and hide your ho, my flow hit Mexico

And enter Puerto Rico like Tego

Rewind no fast forward, a lot of stamps on my passport



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Woman turn on your TV, channel 7, ABC News, don't you see me?



[Kool Keith]

So what you didn't vote for me, I'm Congress

My pee stains tag your white Dodge Magnum

Make the girls come out and say what's that on your armrest?

Security forces, ask the fire department I alarm best

With overcooked mushrooms, and turnips

I woke my kids up, y'all tryin to battle me all night

Suckers went to bet on the pro

9 million rappers, fell asleep with cigarettes in they hand

Let they babies burn up

Your girl ain't payin attention, who that on the bell?

Yo let my cousin Verne up

Alright, y'all get enough to build your concern up

Adjust your football game, break your PlayStation controls

Y'all know my highs, gorillas can't feel my lows

Cineplex status



[Chorus x1.5]



[Kool Keith]

Remember I'm Boston, they Bernie Williams

With a sweat over your ties, two outs in the 9th inning

Most of y'all stuck in Jeapordy

I answer you quick, shock you like Ken Jennings

You can't touch the mic lookin like the face on the penny

Goin against nuclear power

Marble floors with ceramics, I defecate in your shower

It's not about comin off the head of the testicles

My job is to make a foe write one verse for 30 hours

No fancy restaurants, and botanical gardens

A lot of guys with fake talk

I see 'em all out there with pink GMC trucks

Hand another man flowers, my competition wear haltertops

And sport backs with a lot of powder

Change your exits, comin up the road on your navigation

Meets the rerouter



[Chorus x2.5]