Soul Khan - Khan Wilkes Booth lyrics
[Soul Khan - Khan Wilkes Booth lyrics]
Now a days
They trying to make me feel guilty
For being a grown ass man
Well here's what I got to say to that shit
Now peep the opening shot
I'm like Stallone when he stopped
And turned his hat backwards back
In Over the Top i ain't the greatest alive
But I'm the closest you got
So set's have a toast
Jack and Coke on the rocks
These cabbage patch kids want to
Play with the grown ups
I got a hernia from how
They hanging on Soul's nuts
I gotta get mine, ain't no way I'm a hold up
My cake will get swoll up
Like Raven Simone's gut
I'll body anybody, bring your roster on
Homie, your arms are too short
To box with Khan
I'm a Congo gorilla in gentleman's clothes
Stepping on toes
No matter the status or spot they on
That's why I get love from the DJ Booth
Real shit always comes from the DJ Booth
Soul Khan and Brown Bag run the DJ Booth
So think twice before you even
Touch the DJ Booth
This ain't rapping, this is Soul Hop
Your pretty boy swag is
Sounding pretty post-op
Bitch, you'd give you a blowjob
To any photog rapher that could get
You on a known blog
I'm irreplaceable cause of my way with words
Yes, a Raging Bull among the grazing herd
Beef? We're cow tipping, so leave or now
It's a different ball game and
We using brains for nerf
And you'll never find my dick
In no Kat Stacks pigeon
I'd rather take a shit with
My ass crack missin
I spit it for Richard Pryor
I spit it for Red Fox
I don't spit for white women with dreadlocks
Can't talk about my shoes
That's a waste of a spin
I'd prefer to paint a picture
Of the places they've been
From Holland to Harlem, cheerin'
When they see that I'm appearin'
Shit, even the hard of hearing caught
My name on the wind
Shout out to DJBoothnet
DJ Z, Jenny Hendrix, Joe Rogan
The homie Scarface, Chamillionaire what up?
John Cena, Russell Brand, I see you homie
The makers of the refrigerator for
Keeping my food cold
For whoever's gonna pick up my trash tomorrow
And a bunch of other motherfuckers
Who couldn't make it onto
This very exclusive list
God bless y'all and motherfuckin' good night
Peace
They trying to make me feel guilty
For being a grown ass man
Well here's what I got to say to that shit
Now peep the opening shot
I'm like Stallone when he stopped
And turned his hat backwards back
In Over the Top i ain't the greatest alive
But I'm the closest you got
So set's have a toast
Jack and Coke on the rocks
These cabbage patch kids want to
Play with the grown ups
I got a hernia from how
They hanging on Soul's nuts
I gotta get mine, ain't no way I'm a hold up
My cake will get swoll up
Like Raven Simone's gut
I'll body anybody, bring your roster on
Homie, your arms are too short
To box with Khan
I'm a Congo gorilla in gentleman's clothes
Stepping on toes
No matter the status or spot they on
That's why I get love from the DJ Booth
Real shit always comes from the DJ Booth
Soul Khan and Brown Bag run the DJ Booth
So think twice before you even
Touch the DJ Booth
This ain't rapping, this is Soul Hop
Your pretty boy swag is
Sounding pretty post-op
Bitch, you'd give you a blowjob
To any photog rapher that could get
You on a known blog
I'm irreplaceable cause of my way with words
Yes, a Raging Bull among the grazing herd
Beef? We're cow tipping, so leave or now
It's a different ball game and
We using brains for nerf
And you'll never find my dick
In no Kat Stacks pigeon
I'd rather take a shit with
My ass crack missin
I spit it for Richard Pryor
I spit it for Red Fox
I don't spit for white women with dreadlocks
Can't talk about my shoes
That's a waste of a spin
I'd prefer to paint a picture
Of the places they've been
From Holland to Harlem, cheerin'
When they see that I'm appearin'
Shit, even the hard of hearing caught
My name on the wind
Shout out to DJBoothnet
DJ Z, Jenny Hendrix, Joe Rogan
The homie Scarface, Chamillionaire what up?
John Cena, Russell Brand, I see you homie
The makers of the refrigerator for
Keeping my food cold
For whoever's gonna pick up my trash tomorrow
And a bunch of other motherfuckers
Who couldn't make it onto
This very exclusive list
God bless y'all and motherfuckin' good night
Peace