Kool Keith - Robert Perry lyrics

[Kool Keith - Robert Perry lyrics]

Robert Perry (Robert Perry)
Bronx! (Bronx) Manhattan (Manhattan) Queens (Queens)
Staten Island
(Staten Island) Brooklyn! (Brooklyn)
Across the George Washington Bridge
From New Jersey (Jersey)
You know about the Robert Perry
(Robert Perry) aKA, the Double K

Man get off my back
Y'all sound whack like the
"Brown Sugar" soundtrack
You know the office decomposer
Commercial cleaner, garbage disposer
Hang my underwear in New York on
Top of your Times Square poster
Pullin your snipes down sample you
And your girl bring the Vaseline lotion
Babywipes down, nobody can handle me
Overcrowd 20th to 50th Street
The top ten rappers in the
Big Apple work janitor
Clean my defecation off the concrete
My pee stains shock your family
Piss on your man's hand
While your girl make the beats
Y'all nothin but packs of candy and sweets
125th Street (125th Street)
125th Street, Robert Perry (Robert Perry)

The national dominator
Urinate on your best hater
The mad people love the vanilla flavor
Take your rap unserious like your movie roles
Don't smile when the Doberman Pinscher
Finishes bad work on your sneaker soles
All VIP material
Don't play me, to hype your lyrics
Tear you a new ass
Go pay Jay-Z to write your lyrics
Send your girl to dance out
Of state on spirit
Don't get jealous cause the Avirex DJ usually
Act like he don't hear it
(I don't hear it) A lot of guys at
The station can't play they mother's record
Let alone, their little brother's record
New York is Hollywood
Downtown Manhattan is Los Angeles
The truth hurts
Everybody in America is sportin them shirts

125th Street (125th Street)
125th Street, Robert Perry (Robert Perry)
125th Street (125th Street)

Y'all still sportin them jerseys
I got Tom laundry gear
Man bring the Stoli's Vanilla over here
Girls floss the beer bellies
It ain't sexy drinkin beer
Talk under the Cerwin Vegas
I'ma act like I can't understand your rap
Man it's too loud
Foes are whack, I can't hear
Watch the cops escort you out the club
Enjoy yourself, man you scared
Ain't nobody thinkin about you
Let your shoulders rub
Youse a paranoid studio killer
Stayin home by the fireplace
And drinkin Miller
Women with fat ugly men sayin
"Girl he is fine!"
Lookin at his fake jewelry shine
125th Street yeah
125th Street (125th Street)
125th Street, Robert Perry (Robert Perry)
125th Street (125th Street)
Yeah you'll see me walkin down - 125th Street

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