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Kool Keith - Blackula lyrics
f/ Jacky Jasper Funky, yeah baby! Blackula, spectacular Blackula, bust at ya, spectacular, Blackula Blackula, bust at ya Blackula, spectacular [Kool Keith] Bust a rhyme kid bust that, nigga fuck that We on the move in the girls and they love that My shit is on tight, flowin with the gun rack Computer love it where you goin what you sayin brother? Skills to play tracks move and they ovulate Ladies in suede, ducked down for the roach spray First class, high in flight on the coach way We universe, stutter step, we doin it first Pause and spin now you sleep watch your head burst I'm divin in like a champ goin head first Fools reverse tragedy, gettin worse Non-orthopedic got the medicine, when you need it MC's who need it in the meantime get defeated Foes competing on the website get deleted Don't get me heated grab your shield, you know you need it Blackula Blackula, spectacular I'm Blackula, bust at ya Black-blackula, uhh, spectacular Blackula, bust at ya [Jacky Jasper] I've seen it, bust it Promotin hit gunsmoke, toad(?)strass remote Cutthroats scope, targets blast faggots Habits, iller tactics, homicidal practice Maggots and brains derail trains Sustain, no remains bro plane strain Thoughts snort support resort all sorts Snitch in court thought y'all niggaz bang slang Who rock, who bang hang? With three hoes, a pimp thing ring Boys is dressed as coppers dope droppers Jacky jackin, pushin shotguns Hate knockers, star jockers We street doctors, rockers Call girl clockers, chop business You up rock stop, three up drop Fifty ki's, block plot, past cops I'm hot Yo Keith (Blackula) Check it, I'm low in the spot Blackula, spectacular Blackula, bust at ya Black-blackula - spectacular Blackula, bust at ya [Kool Keith] Dump a few in the litter box, you in the bitter box Baby you lovin me, stop it why you huggin me? Smack you lightly, brightly Rammin rocks, ran the blocks Combat standard demands of my job is commandin You're handin, standin [Jacky Jasper] What? Let's instigate eliminate Make pace five lates You hate, Esham weight, out the L.A. smog Memory log, that's my dog Put six in the morgue Jog and kill six more Therefore we score big sword hardcore Sex flicks, she does chicks, pulls tricks Flips, pays chips, booty hits and does contraband trips Blackula, spectacular Blackula, bust at ya Black-blackula - spectacular Blackula - bust at ya |
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