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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) |
