27 Shots Lyrics - Matthew - Kool Keith

They try to say California is plastic 

I think New York got the most plastic niggaz too 

Fuck all you niggaz comin' out to the Soul Train Awards 

With them pop ass headsets around your ears like Britney Spears 

That's some old Bobby Brown and New Edition shit 

That's some old real Michael Jackson shit, I'm comin' with Crazy Vic 

Let me hear you tryin' to copy my shit, fuck the impact eventually 

'Cause there's a lot of corny niggaz performin' out there 

Fat stomachs, make-up and eye glare, what the fuck do I care? 

Niggaz with they ass out, groupies in cheap motels tryin' to fuck 

And crash out, motherfuckers ain't networkin', strippers checkin' in 

Motherfuckers on motorcycles, pickup trucks with license plates on 'em 

Bringin' mad shit from down South, big after parties 

I'ma turn my phone off, I don't wanna shake hands, meet no-fuckin'-body 

Arrogant bastard, no commercial shit, break your neck 

Suck my dick in the world, fuck the critics, everything I make is a hit 

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Fuck you applehead motherfuckers tryin' to make 

Some old Carribean mixed with that Trinity keyboard shit 

Hip-Hop shit, that's some old Broadway musical shit 

I don't even listen to that cartoon shit 

Tell your A&R and his wife to get out my fuckin' life 

27 shots, 27 shots, 27 shots 

Shut up, listen to my shit 'cause yo cassette single is gay 

Writin' that bullshit, I hear on the radio by these homo niggaz everyday 

Butter soft, sissy shit, I got the real tell it like it is pissy shit 

Yo shit is some fake ass gorilla code shit, white suits, mansion yachts 

Scared ass nigga doin' videos, buyin' models on some boat shit 

I tell you straight G, I can't fuck with it, girls still messin' with you 

Your shit is wack, any bitch in they right mind 

Shouldn't have sex with you, rusty nigga that don't use soap 

I fuck around and piss all over your leather, faggot ass trenchcoat 

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Don't ever act hardcore, you's a suburban nigga, you get serviced nigga 

You never even been in a fuckin' street fight 

Look at your old photo album pictures, you's a bunch of hype 

Kiss my ass, nobody picked up the fuckin' mic, untalented bitch 

Like you some wild ass, inner city kid from the projects, who's next? 

27 shots, 27 shots, 27 shots 

Then I really disrespect all production out there 

That bullshit niggaz programmin', fuck Johnny Hammond, Sonny Stitch 

That shit ain't gettin' you rich, just a packed crowd, low bitches 

A bunch of fuckin' dicks, I'd rather see some ass 

A nice club with a fat ass 

And all you motherfuckers actin' like you Jamaican 

American to the core, copyin' that shit on tour 

Y'all niggaz be against speakers with your ears sore, stank ass boots 

With no socks on, fuckin' up the dancefloor, since when you ate codfish 

And meat patties? I got cousins with Jheri curls in Caddies 

27 shots, 27 shots, 27 shots