Kool Keith

Kool Keith - The Original lyrics

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(feat. Roscoe)



[22 seconds of overlapping samples]



[Roscoe]

I'm hot as Hades, I drive a Mercedes

Chromed out, leavin niggaz in awe when it bone out

Big dawg with his bone out

I'ma put hands on a nigga 'fore I let him run his mouth

Rollin up some bud, rollin up to the club

Sunroof wide open, bumpin "California Love"

I'm Philly to the heart but I'm a California thug

I don't smoke nothin but Phillies and California drugs

Who all on the track?  I ain't sayin no names

Everybody on the ground, I ain't playin no games

I'm a rider, and every show is like a robbery

Put your hands, now everybody follow me

They call me Young Roscoe, I rob for gestapo

That's who I bleed and die fo', you need to stop ho

The Suave A young assassins, we bonafide

Recognize by the way we mash that we roll and ride



[Chorus: female singer]

Don't be playin with my money - don't be playin, playin with my money

I am serious 'bout my money - so serious, serious 'bout my money

And don't be fuckin with my money - don't be fuckin, fuckin with my money

Cause you could die over my money - you could die, over my money



[uncredited rapper]

I love this place, in California we chase

papes push bass, fuck the return of Ma$e

Lay down, fuck dap, it's a jack

Niggaz attack for cash we clap, fuck a scrap nigga

We play thick figures nigga

Pull a strap you shiver, take yo' life motherfucker

The streets we roam, invade your home

What you own, we take, we keep, it's not a loan

Stoned and determined to keep servin

Your papes I'm rollin, you're new in town now you're learnin

The game I'm takin, I'm {?} and pickin up all the checks

The perks, the jetset lifestyle, the sex

I crunch the calvary with the wild bunch

Munch on ya brunch while y'all niggaz lunch

Fuckin cowards, talk to 'em on records

"Gone in 60 Seconds" this song ya weapon

Give up ya snaps, lay flat, chicks attract

for the jack, my paper stacks

You're doin it wrong, I'm doin it right, uhh

The street's my life, my money, my wife



[Chorus]



[female singer]

Don't be playin, with my money, no

So serious 'bout my money, heyyyy

Don't be fuckin with my money, oh oh ohhhh

You can die, over my money, aheyyyy heyyy

Don't, uh-huh, uh-huh, heyyy

Don't play, with my money, noooo



[Chorus]
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Language: English

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