Keith N Bumpy Lyrics - Kool Keith

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[Kool Keith]
See.. you play around too xxxxxx much
(How many people you got hurt?)
You ain't learned your lesson yet
(You ain't learned your xxxxxx lesson)
You still playin and xxxxxx around
That's all you doin, you playin xxxxxx around
Youse a little bitch..

Youse a bitch-ass nigga, smack your xxxxxx skullies off
You niggaz ain't learned a xxxxxx lesson yet?
Count your blessing yet, publicity got you mixed up
And Keith's fucked your whole million dollar aura
Clean cut or thugged out, I don't give a fuck
Niggaz with that champagne shit
xxxxxx with me, you'll earn a job in the cleaners
givin xxxxxxxxxxxxx a permanent crease
We don't do Entertainment Tonight, Rosie O'Donn-ell
Piss on niggaz like you and take your video models
straight to Church's Chicken, and xxxxxx McDonald's
xxxx all you glamourized faggot niggaz
Y'all on some real hardcore, maggot niggaz
Catch you in the gridlock in New York City traffic
Hit you in the face with a rock tied up in a xxxxxx sock
Tell the cops, I'll chase you with a mac-10
Follow your Range Rover with stockin caps
for seventy-eight more xxxxxx blocks
Watch ambulances and paramedics take off your paragon down
Remove your xxxxxx mop; take your body pieces
in a fucked up van to a Mexican chop shop
xxxx a bitch-ass bodyguard, bunch of niggaz squealin
Cancel your important meetings, we can do this
Broad daylight, just me and you in a xxxxxx Jamaican restertaunt
"Who da xxxx ya tink you are mon, what ya xxxxxx doin?
You don't know the xxxx I am" - load three four five clips
xxxxxx magazines, I'll show you the xxxxxx bomb
Ya bloodclot, catch you niggaz in Quadrasonic or Sony
Platinum Sounds, who is it Bill?
Who's xxxxxx around with Crazy Tony?
All that bullshit, walkin around with - hard packs
You xxxxxxxxxxxxx carryin backpacks
That's right, with your hooded parkas
You xxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxx dick and you're phony

[repeat 4X]
Y'all do y'all xxxx in the studio
We bring our xxxx to your face!

['Bumpy']
My mental is sinister, I run xxxx like a prime minister
You still breathin motherfucker? But now it's time to finish ya
Blood sport, I heard you on life support
but I'ma make sure that you don't take the witness stand in court
Afternoon, I'ma creep up in your room, past the goon
'fore you (??) ba-boom, and I'm sendin yo' xxx to the moon
Another xxxxxxxxxxxx bite the dust from the lust
to live plush, and he died quick - from the rush
Now I'm Southbound, xxxx the 6, take the Greyhound
Any cat cross the line can't hide it's goin down
I got connects with tecs and white boats and jets
Think I'm playin motherfucker? Let me know who next
Silence and not loud, pick you off in the crowd
Now your shorty growin up in the world as a fatherless child
Everybody choose the xxxxxx way that they wanna play
Just remember one xxxxxx day that that xxx gotta pay
Cause xxxxxx with my gravy is like rapin my little baby
And you still wouldn't be safe if you joined the xxxxxx navy
You must be crazy, thinkin yo' xxx can get Swayze
but the only xxxxxx thing you gon' be doin is pushin up daisies
And it won't faze me, cause real gangsters raised me
Ghetto diamonds praised me and thugs slug just craze me
I know it sounds strange, but it's part of the game
I control xxxxxxx brains, when they suckin on my sugar cane
My fame came before money you xxxxxx dummy
xxxxxxx callin me 'Bumpy' while my dick is in they tummy
But if you cross the line, you won't be able to find
they motherfuckin head, they limbs or they spine
So all you xxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxx better respect mine
if you plan on bein here to see the xxxxxx sunshine
(BLAOW!) BLAOW! With one in your spine
Keith N 'Bumpy', put one in your spine

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