Sideline Lyrics - First Come First Served - Dr. Dooom

Yeah what's up what's up money 

It's kool keith 

You ever go to some girl's house 

And they act like they livin lavish 

Two-thousand extreme with space chandeliers (space chandeliers) 

I mean rugs 

I mean just everything all over the carpet (yeah) 

With updated nineteen seventy-five music playing 

I pulling all your programs (all programs) 

That's right all you materialistic robots (robots) 

Prepare 

Verse one: 

Yo I seen ya girl last night 

Flat butt is wack, skinny hips 

Bald head weave with the ashy lips 

Wig in the back seat 

With pay-less shoes on her feet 

Dirty jeans 

With mildew spots in the washing machine 

Roommates with no place, babies crying, pissy pampers 

Roaches and flies funky panties hanging out the hamper 

Three big head boys, but one's got to go to school 

Her youngest daughter hair braided, lookin like a fool 

Empty refrigerator 

Family chew up now an laters 

No tv, just me there and the mc 

No gas, electric work 

The house smell make my head hurt 

Spots on the carpet, 

Station wagon at the supermarket 

With stamps on deck 

With beads around this girl's neck 

I crack a forty ounce 

Watch the ants, mouses bounces 

Yeah yeah 

Chorus: (x4) 

I bring the ruckus straight from the sideline 

The year two-thousand 

Verse two: 

Daisy dukes with stretch marks 

Her hair back in a bun 

Cookin pork and beans 

Some stale franks in the sun 

Kids ain't listenin 

Little danny's got a hard head 

Bugs are crawlin 

Cables all smell like pee in the bed 

Old clothes ain't clean 

The bathroom scent is all toes 

Athlete's feet 

No door mats with water off the street 

Spraying the fungus 

The living room is humongus 

School lunch on the floor 

Baby vomit atomic, raviolis 

With an old bowl of guacamole, cap'n crunch 

No milk, chase it with some fruit punch 

Dishwashing liquid 

Cups of grease 

I ain't tryin to get whipped 

Straightening combs, I think 

Hair is all over the sink 

Tampons in the garbage can 

The house is hot 

Rent no fan 

Air condition is doomed 

With blunt smoke is in the room 

Fix all your nose snot rags 

Pouring cheerios 

No toilet tissue 

Baby wipe, your mom left a missile 

Acting fly I scoped a monkey 

With my human eye 

Dead up I'm serious 

The meatloaf ain't got me curious 

Dry turkey wings on the couch 

The cat ate everything 

You think you livin 

Tryin to dress up like robin givens 

Yeah yeah yeah yeah 

Chorus: (x4) 

Verse three: 

No bills are paid 

Just cabinets packed full with kool-aid 

Wonder bread I throw back 

Just missed over ya head 

Sardines with old shrimp 

Tuna fish is ludicrous 

Idaho potatoes 

A bag full of spoilt tomatoes 

Neighbors borrow, send the kids over need sugar 

Little tonika's at the door her face full of boogers 

Colt forty-five on the table 

A six pack of miller 

Fake barbecues 

Honeys walk around like gorillas 

Stretch marks in action 

Stomach bumps look like mumps 

Popeye's chicken on the stove 

With the puppy lickin 

Everybody watching black and white tube tonight 

No color intentions 

Plastic bag hair extensions 

I grab a record from rick 

Play the fifth dimensions 

Yeah yeah yeah yeah 

Chorus: (x4)