Kool Keith - 27 Shots lyrics

[kool keith] They try to say california is plastic I think new york got the most plastic n***az too f** all you n***az comin out to the soul train awards With them pop a** headsets - around your ears like britney spears That's some old bobby brown and new edition sh** That's some old real michael jackson sh** I'm comin with crazy vic Let me hear you tryin to copy my sh** f** the impact eventually Cause there's a lot of corny n***az performin out there Fat stomachs, make-up and eye glare What the f** do i care? n***az with they a** out Groupies in cheap motels tryin to f** and crash out Motherf**ers ain't networkin Strippers checkin in - motherf**ers on motorcycles Pickup trucks with license plates on 'em Bringin mad sh** from down south Big after-parties i'ma turn my phone off I don't wanna shake hands, meet no-f**in-body, arrogant ba*tard No commercial sh**, break your neck, s** my dick in the world f** the critics everything i make is a hit f** you applehead motherf**ers tryin to make some old Carribean mixed with that trinity keyboard sh** Hip-hop sh**, that's some old broadway musical sh** I don't even listen to that cartoon sh** Tell your a&r and his wife to get out my f**in life 27 shots! {*blam blam blam*} 27 shots! {*blam blam blam*} 27 shots! {*blam*} Shut up; listen to my sh** cause yo' ca**ette single is gay Writin that bullsh** i hear on the radio by these h*mo n***az everyday bu*ter soft sissy sh** I got the real tell it like it is pissy sh** Yo' sh** is some fake-a** gorilla code sh** White suits mansion yachts scared-a** n***a Doin videos buyin models on some boat sh** I tell you straight g i can't f** with it Girls still messin with you; your sh** is wack Any b**h in they right mind shouldn't have s** wit you Rusty n***a that don't use soap I f** around, and piss all over your leather f*ggot-a** trenchcoat Don't ever act hardcore Youse a suburban n***a, you get serviced n***a You never even been in a f**in street fight Look at your old photo album pictures - youse a bunch of hype Kiss my a**, nobody picked up the f**in mic Untalented b**h like you some wild a** Inner-city kid from the projects - who's next? 27 shots! {*blam blam blam*} 27 shots! {*blam blam blam*} 27 shots! {*blam*} Then i really disrespect all production out there That bullsh** n***az programmin, f** johnny hammond Sonny stitch, that sh** ain't gettin you rich Just a packed crowd, low b**hes, a bunch of f**in dicks I'd rather see some a**, a nice club with a fat a** And all you motherf**ers actin like you jamaican American to the core, copyin that sh** on tour Y'all n***az be against speakers with your ears sore Stank a** boots with no socks on, f**in up the dancefloor Since when you ate codfish and meat patties? I got cousins with jheri curls in caddies 27 shots! {*blam blam blam*} 27 shots! {*blam blam blam*} 27 shots! {*blam blam blam*}