Marc Live, Kool Keith - Star Wars lyrics
[Marc Live, Kool Keith - Star Wars lyrics]
Yeah, yo Marc, this is your album
The beginning
I been everywhere, the clubs, the backrooms
The VIP's
Red carpets, bright lights it's not news
Top of the roof wit'cha girl yo you old news
Back of the club with thugs yo we got you
I got some shit to show you
Not Russell Simmons
Yo it's not "The Show" dude
Some real life shit
"Episode - Part I I: Attack of the Clones"
Attack of the clowns that's
Out there right now
Studio thugs with the studio drugs now
Everybody got shot this year
So what? I'm tired
Niggas get shot every year
Yeah, and everywhere yeah, what's up
What's up with niggas with
These new sets? yeah
Uhh, you from New York cousin
Never even banged yet
Peace to Lil' C, this is for you dawg
I "Shut 'Em Down" like Chuck and Flav
I bust 'em down like it's
First and it's re-up day
"Training Day, " "The War Report"
Corrupt rapper, I'll turn your lights out
Like some ol' Clapper commercial
The clappers'll hurt you
Fuck it I did my thing but not yet
Shit on your girl's eyelid
Watch the girls wake up with Hershey spots
Ex-Lax exposed from my ass
Move the ladies out
I roll with stock tips around your head
Macy's and A&S
You motherfuckers know I come
With the chocolate makeup
My urine is cold, rappers with the Benzes
Clean out your seats quick
My defecation is on your wristband
How does it feel when a tough rapper move
Up close and shit on ya hand
My bowels move with Chuckwagon
A glass of water, and three cans of Calcan
Diapers shock you, blow in front of the fan
Turds on your glove compartment shows
With the Pepto Bismol
It's guaranteed a hundred grand
Girls sit a lot in restaurants
Especially fine ones, they shit a lot
You can't talk that much around that mouth
Spit a lot
That's right, it's real, it's crazy
Welcome to the circus
Kool Keith, Marc Live, Rockstar yeah, SMG
Get the fuck outta here
The beginning
I been everywhere, the clubs, the backrooms
The VIP's
Red carpets, bright lights it's not news
Top of the roof wit'cha girl yo you old news
Back of the club with thugs yo we got you
I got some shit to show you
Not Russell Simmons
Yo it's not "The Show" dude
Some real life shit
"Episode - Part I I: Attack of the Clones"
Attack of the clowns that's
Out there right now
Studio thugs with the studio drugs now
Everybody got shot this year
So what? I'm tired
Niggas get shot every year
Yeah, and everywhere yeah, what's up
What's up with niggas with
These new sets? yeah
Uhh, you from New York cousin
Never even banged yet
Peace to Lil' C, this is for you dawg
I "Shut 'Em Down" like Chuck and Flav
I bust 'em down like it's
First and it's re-up day
"Training Day, " "The War Report"
Corrupt rapper, I'll turn your lights out
Like some ol' Clapper commercial
The clappers'll hurt you
Fuck it I did my thing but not yet
Shit on your girl's eyelid
Watch the girls wake up with Hershey spots
Ex-Lax exposed from my ass
Move the ladies out
I roll with stock tips around your head
Macy's and A&S
You motherfuckers know I come
With the chocolate makeup
My urine is cold, rappers with the Benzes
Clean out your seats quick
My defecation is on your wristband
How does it feel when a tough rapper move
Up close and shit on ya hand
My bowels move with Chuckwagon
A glass of water, and three cans of Calcan
Diapers shock you, blow in front of the fan
Turds on your glove compartment shows
With the Pepto Bismol
It's guaranteed a hundred grand
Girls sit a lot in restaurants
Especially fine ones, they shit a lot
You can't talk that much around that mouth
Spit a lot
That's right, it's real, it's crazy
Welcome to the circus
Kool Keith, Marc Live, Rockstar yeah, SMG
Get the fuck outta here