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Kool Keith
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Move
作詞:Marc Giveand, Keith Thornton
Yes, aww yeah
Navigation defect Boost out the maximum motherfucking power X-ray log intruder, what's the control? There's your number, leave the three, general justice
Piss in your tosh system, neon lights shine Glow in the dark, urination Wet up the computer, over search Cosmic sensational, watch your bitch squat
Distorters move they thongs off Who that captain up front? Watch who the kid Counteract, take a shit in the cockpit Underarm aroma with the dark pit Don't let me bounce like
You know, catch a clock with Yeah, people jock shit My pen control the forces My stamina burn your sources
Move, get out, run for cover Break out, call your mother, stop talking Don't come in the area, bomb terrible Lose your mind, count your blessings, this is mental
Move, get out, run for cover Break out, call your mother, stop talking Don't come in the area, bomb terrible Lose your mind, count your blessings, this is mental
Yeah, the song repeat, the public complain Every jam is whack, the piss coming on the number ten station The number one nation, shit turds もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com On BES spins like Casey Kasem, hand y'all the records
Shove all that bullshit up your asshole Local bastard with upset stomach who barely fart gold On new hot nine, old release the Scud Missile Shitting the toilet tissue, defecation is the issue
My dick rise up in the condom with elevation I make money like you hustle My way up, ride planes, bitch, like you you and you Open your fucking package, ground delivery
FedEx, KFC bucket full of horse shit The farm send you motherfuckers the turtles I give you doodoo, kidnap with voodoo Hold your diarrhea blast, come straight forth
Bitch, cock your ass, chocolate brown Cover your white poodle, fuck you Shove the bullshit playlist up your boo boo Plastic ass nigga, you ain't accurate ass nigga
That clown ass building beside track, he get sidetracked Lick dick fast nigga cut grease Twelve inches fucked up, Marc turn that shit off, they suck Play me, when you get that gray beard, I don't give a fuck
Move, get out, run for cover Break out, call your mother, stop talking Don't come in the area, bomb terrible Lose your mind, count your blessings, this is mental
Move, get out, run for cover Break out, call your mother, stop talking Don't come in the area, bomb terrible Lose your mind, count your blessings, this is mental
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