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Yo Keith man
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I just turned off the TV man
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Kids out there be thinkin they hardcore man
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We gotta do somethin man, yo
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Do it
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{Little girls.. think they're hardcore..} (4X)
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[Kool Keith]
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You got nine cars, tons of champagne, by the cases
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Two thousand people killed, fake murder cases
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Videos exaggerate things you never make
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Your style is all tissue, chocolate fudge cream cake
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The companies back you, people out there wanna slap you
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Original fraud, funny with a mic cord
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Persuadin kids that you hard, every stage you tour
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Cold scared you in a motel, you can't come out
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After the show, with panties on, you hurry run out
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You petrified hallucinatin thinkin hardcore
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You got the style now, you have to roll with 50 people
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Lookin hard and mean, you ain't pullin triggers
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Did you pay your bodyguards, for actin hard?
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You get pistol-whipped, booty tapped, face scarred
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Down and out, with camouflage gear, and no war
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You ain't in the army kid..
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{Little girls.. think they're hardcore..} (3X)
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[Kool Keith]
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Now your show's packed up, you're gassed up
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I'm there you're scared
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You just turned twat, looked away feelin weird
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You on the walkie talkie standin close near the door
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Thinkin bout your records how you pop doo-doo more
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Posses wait in Texas, Detroit for the bumrush
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You bringin rubber, your crew is nervous smokin dust
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You perpetrate your front, show your teeth, smokin blunts
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Rappers cancel shows, ran away with stunts
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Your manager scared, with ghetto mugs starin at him
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Your crew pressured more, to even act harder
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You took New York, down South them folks, wasn't havin that
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Three kids from D.C. pulled out, what you laughin at?
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You ran out, funny style, girl style, panty style
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Freestyle the same style last week
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you was bitin off that kid Bo Peep
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With no panties on, your rectum got torn
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Rearranged, I caught you after the show
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Naked out, butt out, cracked out, with two rolls of film
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Tryin to sell pictures of your lover
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with you, molestin your little brother
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I smacked you and stole your pistols
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{Little girls.. think they're hardcore..} (4X)
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[Kool Keith]
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Tommy, didn't I raise you to go to Catholic school?
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But mom, I gotta keep this up, this is all a front
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This is just gimmicks to sell my records
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The people don't have to know
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I mean really, that's just me, even though we're soft
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Me and my friends all of us
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We just make money, that's all, it's a gimmick
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Little Girls
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Kool Keith |