Kool Keith, B-Real - Zero Fux lyrics
[Kool Keith, B-Real - Zero Fux lyrics]
(B-Real) why's your face tight
Is it because I'm shining and you taste light
You're a special case right identical
That's where I met you critical
Fucking salty individuals
Stinging like a cut
I'm the alcohol, propofol
Put your ass to sleep
Keep groping ya'll draws
On ya face like a rap party pound pat party
Benz with some Bacardi we
Smoking in the lobby
It's a hobby never smoking
Bumpy looking poppy
Hitting home-runs kicking like our body
You'll never stop me fucking spike
Trip I mic trip on ya paper hold down with
A tight grip I'm psychic watch ya side chick
You've been demoted to a side kick
She's riding my dick apparently you like it
Apparently your blinded
Constantly reminded of the
Doctor making house
Cause you lost one behind it
We give zero fucks we give zero fucks
(Kool Keith) all my Cypress Hill coming
Down to metaphoric spitter
Butter ball so good I heard the
Word with my turkey givers my fast ball
Fourth ball got the Dodgers
Interested in my spitter
The right hand that got you up
At back with a Huggies pamper
Perce Amber name ya high heel dancer
I'm looking for publicity with the canons
No need for a selfie and the camera
The fucking McLaren is orange mandarin
The ladies blowing my dick like the wind
My trim is to pull up on
Their ass and finger bend
Get cozy with Khloe Kardashian intimate
Any motherfucker you thinking rap
Send them in let them cook chicken
Take a ticket it for a ass whooping
The Nets want me to play in Brooklyn
Keep the hottest bitch looking
With a thong up her booty cooking
The rookie is on my shit
Like drugs that hooked in
I keep the queen pussy douching
Combat boot stepping on grown men and women
Niggas work in the factories put
Me a refrigerator pulling
Reliable workers you never heard
Of who wouldn't mother fuck ya
We give zero fucks we give zero fucks
Is it because I'm shining and you taste light
You're a special case right identical
That's where I met you critical
Fucking salty individuals
Stinging like a cut
I'm the alcohol, propofol
Put your ass to sleep
Keep groping ya'll draws
On ya face like a rap party pound pat party
Benz with some Bacardi we
Smoking in the lobby
It's a hobby never smoking
Bumpy looking poppy
Hitting home-runs kicking like our body
You'll never stop me fucking spike
Trip I mic trip on ya paper hold down with
A tight grip I'm psychic watch ya side chick
You've been demoted to a side kick
She's riding my dick apparently you like it
Apparently your blinded
Constantly reminded of the
Doctor making house
Cause you lost one behind it
We give zero fucks we give zero fucks
(Kool Keith) all my Cypress Hill coming
Down to metaphoric spitter
Butter ball so good I heard the
Word with my turkey givers my fast ball
Fourth ball got the Dodgers
Interested in my spitter
The right hand that got you up
At back with a Huggies pamper
Perce Amber name ya high heel dancer
I'm looking for publicity with the canons
No need for a selfie and the camera
The fucking McLaren is orange mandarin
The ladies blowing my dick like the wind
My trim is to pull up on
Their ass and finger bend
Get cozy with Khloe Kardashian intimate
Any motherfucker you thinking rap
Send them in let them cook chicken
Take a ticket it for a ass whooping
The Nets want me to play in Brooklyn
Keep the hottest bitch looking
With a thong up her booty cooking
The rookie is on my shit
Like drugs that hooked in
I keep the queen pussy douching
Combat boot stepping on grown men and women
Niggas work in the factories put
Me a refrigerator pulling
Reliable workers you never heard
Of who wouldn't mother fuck ya
We give zero fucks we give zero fucks