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kool keith - 95 south lyrics

[intro: kool keith]
new york city
late night creep

[chorus: kool keith]
new york city max town, left the lie in ground (95 south)
new york city max town, left the lie in ground (95 south)
new york city max town, left the lie in ground (95 south)
new york city max town, left the lie in ground (95 south)

[verse: kool keith]
my verbal’s fast, some slow, turtles jose, frito+lay the track
like a shot of quervo, most competition worried about the turmoil
most guys cats with a mouthful of furb+lls
no contract clause
a million rappers watchin’ my white drawers
never seven, but a lot of dwarves, we panic and corp on atlantic ocean and shorts
a hundred degree heat scortch
my side orders mean nothin’ like cole slaw
notice the ointments, they absorb, the ducks duck me and swim offshore
my urine in they paws
see, all my powers restored
top female rappers goin’ to menopause
tank top in the tan porsche, my beard just grew like rick ross
the hard write with sl!ck gloves
your lady sittin’ waitin’ for me in the tub
the tellytubbers who play rugby
they say i’m in soccer like ronaldo, the ricky ricardo
or the turkey burgers from jimbo’s, sittin’ up with my michael jackson afro
for the worst beat pickers and hair transplanters, y’all forgot the i o u dancers
[chorus: kool keith]
new york city max town, left the lie in ground (95 south)
new york city max town, left the lie in ground (95 south)
new york city max town, left the lie in ground (95 south)
new york city max town, left the lie in ground (95 south)

[verse 2: psycho les]
ayo, 95 south, to flo rida, the gorilla
bringin’ the drama, like a novella (woo)
run up in your trap house with the mac out
steppin’ on your tatted face ’til you tap out (alright, already)
these new cats look sketchy (sketchy)
them skinny pants look stretchy
hip+hop, we set it off in brooklyn
every thursday, bushwick is cookin’ (uh)
nowadays, i get paid, full of bookin’
back in the days you would’ve got your sheep skin tooken
so you! better watch your step and keep lookin’
behind your back before you get caught by the hookin’
sucker punch you while you yappin’ on the tele
+phone, hit your dome so hard, watch it swell up
if you don’t got sh+t to say, shut the h+ll up (shut up)
and pass the microphone this way, to the fella (who’s that?)
they call psycho leazy, before i eat you up i throw you in the micro’, wheezy
until you start boilin’
your rusty ass knee oilin’ (oilin’)
[chorus: kool keith]
new york city max town, left the lie in ground (95 south)
new york city max town, left the lie in ground (95 south)
new york city max town, left the lie in ground (95 south)
new york city max town, left the lie in ground (95 south)

- kool keith lyrics

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