Keith N Bumpy Lyrics - Kool Keith

See, you play around too fuckin' much 

(How many people you got hurt?) 

You ain't learned your lesson yet 

(You ain't learned your fuckin' lesson) 

You still playin' and fuckin' around 

That's all you doin, you playin' fuckin' around 

Youse a little, bitch 

Youse a bitch ass nigga, smack your fuckin' skullies off 

You niggaz ain't learned a fuckin' 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 

Fuckin' with me, you'll earn a job in the cleaners 

Givin' motherfuckers a permanent crease 

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We don't do Entertainment Tonight, Rosie O'Donnell 

Piss on niggaz like you and take your video models 

Straight to Church's Chicken, and fuckin' McDonald's 

Fuck all you glamorized 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 fuckin' sock 

Tell the cops, I'll chase you with a mac-10 

Follow your Range Rover with stockin' caps 

For seventy-eight more fuckin' blocks 

Watch ambulances and paramedics take off your paragon down 

Remove your fuckin' mop, take your body pieces 

In a fucked up van to a Mexican chop shop 

Fuck a bitch-ass bodyguard, bunch of niggaz squealin' 

Cancel your important meetings, we can do this 

Broad daylight, just me and you in a fuckin' Jamaican restaurant 

Photos 

"Who da fuck ya tink you are mon, what ya fuckin doin? 

You don't know the fuck I am", load three four five clips 

Fuckin' magazines, I'll show you the fuckin' bomb 

Ya blood clot, catch you niggaz in Quadrasonic or Sony 

Platinum Sounds, who is it Bill? 

Who's fuckin' around with Crazy Tony? 

All that bullshit, walkin' around with - hard packs 

You motherfuckers carryin' backpacks 

That's right, with your hooded parkas 

You motherfuckers suck dick and you're phony 

Y'all do y'all shit in the studio 

We bring our shit to your face 

Y'all do y'all shit in the studio 

We bring our shit to your face 

Y'all do y'all shit in the studio 

We bring our shit to your face 

Y'all do y'all shit in the studio 

We bring our shit to your face 

My mental is sinister, I run shit 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 [unverified] ba-boom, and I'm sendin' yo' ass to the moon 

Another motherfucker bite the dust from the lust 

To live plush, and he died quick from the rush 

Now I'm Southbound, fuck 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 fuckin' way that they wanna play 

Just remember one fuckin' day that that ass gotta pay 

'Cause fuckin' with my gravy is like rapin' my little baby 

And you still wouldn't be safe if you joined the fuckin' navy 

You must be crazy, thinkin' yo' ass can get Swayze 

But the only fuckin' 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 bitches brains, when they suckin' on my sugar cane 

My fame came before money you fuckin' dummy 

Bitches 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 bitch motherfuckers better respect mine 

If you plan on bein' here to see the fuckin' sunshine 

(Blaow) 

Blaow, with one in your spine 

Keith 'n' Bumpy' put one in your spine