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    Kool Keith

    Trying To Talk To You

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    Добавлена 20 февраля 2008 пользователем AND1

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    Whassup? Whassup?
    Why don'tcha get your feet off my couch?
    Have some respect when you come in my house
    (I'm trying to talk to you, lady)
    Y'knahmsayin?
    Have some respect, did your mother teach you anything?
    (I'm trying to talk to you, lady)
    That's right, Kool Keith, yeah
    Yo, I blow them girls back
    Like power jets off my dick
    You think you quick vic
    Then come display your whackest shift
    Trick master, faster, ass crack, rectums after
    Pussy stinkin', who brought these freaks yo?
    What you thinkin'? That's on my downplay
    Your husband rhyme and sound gay
    With that fast talk, fast walk
    Ass is flat on sidewalk, big hoochie intakes
    Digest shrimp, stomach pork, your feedback
    Smoke weed back, butt naked, we don't need that
    Shut down yo' circuit, watch me, kid
    Fuckin' work it overtime rhymer
    Don't bite my shit, bite piranha, fuck rock n' roll
    Never catch me marryin' Cher and Nirvana
    See-through skirts, burnin' rubber sticks
    Like fireworks, New York in 10-B, apartment house
    Where her friends be, Dyke's with mics
    Get played like Cameo, the fuckin' Chi-Lites
    Problems I have 'em, that's right
    You motherfuckers grab 'em, piss on yo
    Fish lens disrespectin' all yo friends
    Take my food back, your weave out
    Your fuckin' glue back, your hair in pieces
    With just enough for chocolate Reese's
    Beauty parlor, rings around, check your fuckin' collar
    You on some new shit, so game, I'm movin' quick
    (I'm trying to talk to you, lady)
    Oh yeah
    (I'm trying to talk to you, lady)
    Can I talk to you?
    (I'm trying to talk to you, lady)
    Tryin' to talk to you
    (I'm trying to talk to you, lady)
    Can I talk to you?
    Psycho, still klepto, destroy them
    Girls with reps though
    Niggaz, pause back step though
    I'm classical, bust asshole
    Remember 'bout that last hole
    You fucked up, you switched up
    Ran up out the club
    Took that little cash you bitched up
    Power strong, my gators long
    Feel cats, them pussies warm
    On steam like dream team
    Peep game with face schemes
    You make a right, I make a left
    Sound def, my arts and craft
    Raw skill with paragraphs
    Cut ass so fast and have
    Express rock, East and West
    You fucked up, yo' rap is weak
    That shit you talk and how you speak
    You suck dick, I pull yo' tits
    You wash where, I like yo' clits
    Top to bottom got 'em movin' hittin',
    Screamin' "Stop it man", nasty with game plan
    New style, same man, switch yo with swift flow
    Bronx kid, I let you know alternatin' bass
    And pipes the crowds in this fuckin' place
    Girls get glassed at mad
    Problems on they fuckin' rag
    Play tags with doo rags, I flame broil
    Light up fast, girls look, jockin' me
    There's no time, stoppin' me, groupin' me
    Hatin' me, swingin' G yo, fuck it B
    Technique that run street
    Like Celly Cel, I got heat
    Upbeat and offbeat
    Suck my dick, take yo' pick
    (I'm trying to talk to you, lady)
    Tryin' to talk to you
    (I'm trying to talk to you, lady)
    I'm tryin' to talk, tryin' to talk
    (I'm trying to talk to you, lady)
    I'm really tryin' to talk to you
    (I'm trying to talk to you, lady)
    I'm tryin' to talk, tryin' to talk
    Styles rep from Northwest, shiftin'
    Affectin' wreckin', movin' on the channel panel
    Stupid bitch, can you handle, observe words
    Niggaz got you cryin' on the curb
    Enjoy my tempo, rap style
    Fuckin' simple I heard your demo, kid
    Ridin' in the fuckin' limo
    Skippin' your pause button, ladies melt
    Press rewind, you must be crazy
    Runnin' game out your fuckin' mind
    Stylistic weaves, dirty spot
    Stains on your sleeves like Beenie Man
    Turn the track up
    Girl, shut the fuck up
    My style is dope kid
    Wind it up, yes, I'm open
    Masquerade, Bacardi flip wigs
    Turn the party unique and speakin'
    Shoes shined for the weekend
    My style is pumped up
    In time watch you fuckin' jump up
    Turn up yo', bump up on stage
    Bring the fuckin' punk up, open up hairpiece
    Music bass, turn the trunk up prepare for blast hole
    Up close, I'm in yo' asshole
    Automatically, you stand there, you fuckin' mad at me
    Whippin' yo' lip up with verbal hits
    From yo' hip up, stand back and guard crack
    P, watch yo' fuckin' back, that girl is crazy
    (I'm trying to talk to you, lady)
    I'm still tryin' to talk to you
    (I'm trying to talk to you, lady)
    I'm tryin' to talk, tryin' to talk
    (I'm trying to talk to you, lady)
    I'm tryin' to talk to you, baby
    (I'm trying to talk to you, lady)
    I'm tryin' to talk, tryin' to talk
    (I'm trying to talk to you, lady)
    I'm really tryin' to talk to you
    (I'm trying to talk to you)
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