Kool Keith, Nancy Des Rose - Release 101 (School’d) lyrics
[Kool Keith, Nancy Des Rose - Release 101 School’d lyrics]
1-2! Caught you motherfuckers in the studio
You know, this ain't Julio
Fuck around, you smokin the cooty though
Fuck you niggas with sports shirts
You niggas rap the worst
I piss and take a shit on your verse
In front of your family stick
My cock in your nurse
You better buy the ass
Stop tryin to get the pussy first
Cornballs in Symphony Hall
I stand proud and tall
Look at your wife, the bitch is trife
Face like a grey mice i rock the sheepskin
Take a picture of me twice suck my dick
Congratulate me like LL and Slick Rick
Fuck the movie flicks
Buy your girl a jersey, some Yankees tix
Your phony-ass DJ let the gorilla mix
Whip his ass when he come home at six
Yo'! Bring some girls, no cock and dicks
Gt your heroin, I got your fix
That's the mansion
Your favorite stars' naked flicks
Let you cheat like Eric Bonet
Pull my dick out, fuck Halle Berry and Renee
Most of you cats like the men
Y'all look the other way
Leave your girl shittin on the toilet
Walkin the one way the peanut butter way
You hang with them pissy asses
Girls with deceivin looks and masks-es
I'm the type of guy to
Shit on your Armani glasses
You know'! You buy the case by the pound
Look at your motherfuckin pie face
Look at you turn round
Go put on your fuckin cap and gown
I'll let you get on stage
I'll watch you try to fuckin get down
Yo I'm in this motherfuckin piece
I'm in this motherfucker to release
You niggas know the shit
You niggas know who's legit
Fuck around I'll look at you and look at
You and make you have those big tit's
Fuck around your face full of zit's
Look around you can't rap
You the fuckin pit's
I hate this shit, you fake in this shit
You ain't takin this shit
You ain't doin nothin
You ain't earthquakin this shit
Look around, you know you cats how you sound
Fuck the sports gear, fuck the game
Fuck the shit yo I put you to shame
You won't even know your motherfuckin name
After I finish wit'chu
I'll end the spinach wit'chu
I'll put innings to you
Fuck around make the game and I'll
Bring the linens to you
You can't dress for shit, you
Won't test for shit
You ain't the best for shit fUCK YOU'!
You know, this ain't Julio
Fuck around, you smokin the cooty though
Fuck you niggas with sports shirts
You niggas rap the worst
I piss and take a shit on your verse
In front of your family stick
My cock in your nurse
You better buy the ass
Stop tryin to get the pussy first
Cornballs in Symphony Hall
I stand proud and tall
Look at your wife, the bitch is trife
Face like a grey mice i rock the sheepskin
Take a picture of me twice suck my dick
Congratulate me like LL and Slick Rick
Fuck the movie flicks
Buy your girl a jersey, some Yankees tix
Your phony-ass DJ let the gorilla mix
Whip his ass when he come home at six
Yo'! Bring some girls, no cock and dicks
Gt your heroin, I got your fix
That's the mansion
Your favorite stars' naked flicks
Let you cheat like Eric Bonet
Pull my dick out, fuck Halle Berry and Renee
Most of you cats like the men
Y'all look the other way
Leave your girl shittin on the toilet
Walkin the one way the peanut butter way
You hang with them pissy asses
Girls with deceivin looks and masks-es
I'm the type of guy to
Shit on your Armani glasses
You know'! You buy the case by the pound
Look at your motherfuckin pie face
Look at you turn round
Go put on your fuckin cap and gown
I'll let you get on stage
I'll watch you try to fuckin get down
Yo I'm in this motherfuckin piece
I'm in this motherfucker to release
You niggas know the shit
You niggas know who's legit
Fuck around I'll look at you and look at
You and make you have those big tit's
Fuck around your face full of zit's
Look around you can't rap
You the fuckin pit's
I hate this shit, you fake in this shit
You ain't takin this shit
You ain't doin nothin
You ain't earthquakin this shit
Look around, you know you cats how you sound
Fuck the sports gear, fuck the game
Fuck the shit yo I put you to shame
You won't even know your motherfuckin name
After I finish wit'chu
I'll end the spinach wit'chu
I'll put innings to you
Fuck around make the game and I'll
Bring the linens to you
You can't dress for shit, you
Won't test for shit
You ain't the best for shit fUCK YOU'!