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kool keith - can't fuck wit this lyrics

[intro]
yeah! this goes out to all you fake–ss motherf-ckers
doin your bullsh-t–ss parties (yeah, we in here)
you motherf-ckers are fake, you look like it
we know you look like it
look at your f-ckin familiar face
the nine can’t f-ck with this, hot 97 smell like p-ss (casanova)
latex on my d-ck, {?} on my wrists (on my wristssss)
can’t f-ck with this, hot 97 smell like p-ss (gun hill road)
latex on my d-ck, {?} on my wrists
can’t f-ck with this, hot 97 smell like p-ss (newark, new jersey)
latex on my d-ck, {?} on my wristssss

[kool keith]
hypin up n-ggas too much, bullsh-t’s goin down
i don’t give a f-ck about howston street
that’s where they suckin d-cks all day, n-ggas meet
play what you told to play, flavmaster–ss n-gga
you can’t even cut straight, a dj fast n-gga
y’all n-ggas is monkeys with cups!
with that bullsh-t playlist, arbitron even say you suck
billboard hate you; you corny motherf-ckers are fake too
wit’cha robot format, stick a bomb on your -sscrack
who sponsor you motherf-ckers, speed stick deodorant
you motherf-ckers yeah – you owe the rent
get rid of your staff they make me laugh with that local–ss sh-t
y’all play all day talkin sh-t
and sittin on the toilet even clear channel’s mad
all y’all do is flush toilets and sh-t all day
report some ol’ bullsh-t to bds, like y’all the best
trans-xuals, walkin up there with a f-ckin dress
even wendy williams say you motherf-ckers be up in girdles and bras
gettin they f-ckin nails pressed

[chorus]
hot 97 smell like p-ss
latex on my d-ck, {?} on my wristssss
can’t f-ck with this, hot 97 smell like p-ss
latex on my d-ck, {?} on my wristssss

[marc live]
f-ck if we ready it’s war on the station
taliban, car bomb the whole f-ckin place in
duct tape, the receptionist, boxcut up, the security
gun down the p.d.; hold angie mar’
i strip her naked tie the b-tch to the front of the door
i kick her face in; tie dynamite, to her nipples
i put a d-ld- in her mouth and if she moves flip the switch dude
it’s doom, aiyyo the end of an era
backstabbin b-st-rds, no-talent -sses
angie got a b-st-rd child by nokio (f-ggot)
that has-been groupie b-tch shoulda f-ckin known
flex is a fruitcake n-gga, fat f-ggot
transvest-te lover on hunt’s point every night
do a show with rupaul, troublemaker, softest n-gga
in the city, guys c-m on his f-ckin t-tty
the worst dj on kiss, you owe chuck chillout b-tch
you got nerve to act large trick
you duck and hide, too many n-ggas gettin shot outside (game)
you gon’ learn when that car show gets interrupted
a news break, they drove a navi through your f-ckin gate

[chorus]

[kool keith]
the type of n-ggas y’all f-ck with little kids havin incest
a couple of years ago y’all was the first critics with that bullsh-t
talkin about down south was weak, y’all was dissin mannie fresh
only when snoop come to town, y’all play his sh-t
actin like y’all supportin the west; lyin–ss n-ggas
frank crock’ tryin–ss n-ggas
sl!ck suckin d-ck–ss n-ggas
nuts when they get into town; i was listenin to master p and sh-t
when you motherf-ckers was hatin ’em
now all of a sudden lil jon is hot, and blew up
now you gon’ stand in the music b-tch and act crunk
now you tryin to get down, late–ss n-gga
i hate a fake–ss n-gga, strawberry shake–ss n-gga

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