the photo session (yeah..) [Kool Keith] Got my tripod set up for photographs, you get wet Pull my porno tapes, while you listen to Keith Sweat That's
the planes ourselves (sly, we fly) And if our records don't sell (sly, we fly) [kool keith] I put my mask on, another night for the phantom I got the halloween jack
jack about music in the industry, know what? Had to do the album practically over Chorus: Kool Keith (repeat 4X) This is a test press White label test press [Kool Keith
sound is too new and different I need to be a regular like Dru Hill, a little more ill Hey Keith we want you to be ill Yeah, leave me alone Hey Keith
I'm so hard I'm runnin' with piranhas I'm a west side boy, yeah potna, potna, potna Goin' get them, suckaz, tell 'em that it's over This is a jack truck
piece named alice, she was no joke Quick to wet a nigga who tryin to cut throat But, yo, ty was no new jack, he knew that He was marked for death 'cause
Monroe And I guess you know about ole Johnny Cash And I think what the world needs right now is a Jumpin' Jack Flash" Up in Hillbilly Heaven I saw Keith
a lesson to be learned Beware, the maggot 'cos the worm has turned All of the youth shall witness the day that Babylon shall fall Just like Jack, the
roger that, r-r-r-roger that. R-roger that, r-r-roger that....................Roger. {Tyga} Young black Rico's. Kill for da C notes. But me though, I jack
like a gold nugget" (what they know about this? ) "when I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme" ---> keith murray "every time
[kool keith] Yeah! One two.. smut peddlers Kool keith.. in the place (I stays actin like that!) Pose for tv in lightning dub fashion Big cities like
only one I could look to, you're teachin' me to be just like you. Well I just gotta be like, like I just gotta be like you. Dear Uncle Chris, Uncle Keith
reason And too much on my plate Raised from two in royal blue But we know that dog don't hunt Bleeding red in the corner from ol' Jack Horner The only
for pussy like Keith Sweat Is Big L slow? Hell no Bitches get fucked on the roof when I ain't got no hotel dough I'm known for yoking jacks And beatin
my dick and get a big fat lick of my balls You wanna brawl? punk I thought not You might get beat down and stomped like sasquatch Your girl, like keith
(dear meat) let's feast (let's feast) Oh Lord thankyou for this beef It's no sweat but I keep good Keith (good Keith) That strong loud kush they call
or be wise and stay back Co-host my show, like pat and don't sa-jak shit Or get ate like oats and barley Save your sweat for keith, and the beef for charlie
Party at the morgue Party at the morgue Party over there! [Verse One: Reverand Tom - Kool Keith] Women know the flame, I can't shame your fame