Kool Keith

Kool Keith - Sideline lyrics

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It's Kool Keith
 You ever go to some girl's house
 and they act like they livin lavish
 two thousand extreme with space chandeliers (space chandeliers)
 I mean rugs
 I mean just everything all over the carpet (yeah)
 With updated nineteen seventy five music playing
 I pulling all your programs (all programs)
 That's right all you materialistic robots (robots)
 prepare

 Verse one:
 Yo I seen ya girl last night
 Flat butt is wack, skinny hips
 Bald head weave with the ashy lips
 Wig in the back seat
 With pay-less shoes on her feet
 Dirty Jeans
 With mildew spots in the washing machine
 Roommates with no place, babies crying, pissy pampers
 Roaches and flies funky panties hanging out the hamper
 Three big head boys, but one's got to go to school
 Her youngest daughter hair braided, lookin like a fool
 Empty refrigerator
 Family chew up now an laters
 No TV, just me there and the MC
 No gas, electric work
 The house smell make my head hurt
 Spots on the carpet,
 Station wagon at the supermarket
 With stamps on deck
 With beads around this girl's neck
 I crack a forty ounce
 Watch the ants, mouses bounces

 Yeah Yeah

 Chorus: (x4)

 I bring the ruckus straight from the sideline
 The year two-thousand

 Verse two:
 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
 Cables all smell like pee in the bed
 Old clothes ain't clean
 The bathroom scent is all toes
 Athlete's feet
 No door mats with water off the street
 Spraying the fungus
 The living room is humongus
 School lunch on the floor
 Baby vomit atomic, Raviolis
 With an old bowl of guacamole, Cap'n Crunch
 No milk, Chase it with some fruit punch
 Dishwashing liquid
 Cups of grease
 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
 Rent no fan
 Air condition is doomed
 With blunt smoke is in the room
 Fix all your nose snot rags
 Pouring cheerios
 No toilet tissue
 Baby wipe, your mom left a missile
 Acting fly I scoped a monkey
 With my human eye
 Dead 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 Robin Givens

 Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah

 Chorus: (x4)

 Verse three:
 No bills are paid
 just cabinets packed full with Kool-aid
 Wonder Bread I throw back
 Just missed over ya head
 Sardines with old shrimp
 Tuna fish is ludicrous
 Idaho potatoes
 A bag full of spoilt tomatoes
 Neighbors borrow, send the kids over need sugar
 Little Tonika's at the door her face full of boogers
 Colt forty-five on the table
 A six pack of Miller
 Fake Barbecues
 Honeys walk around like gorillas
 Stretch marks in action
 Stomach bumps look like mumps
 Popeye's chicken on the stove
 With the puppy lickin
 Everybody watching black and white tube tonight
 No color intentions
 Plastic bag hair extensions
 I grab a record from Rick
 Play the Fifth Dimensions

 Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah

 Chorus: (x4
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Language: English

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