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Kool Keith - Static lyrics
featuring Sadat X [Kool] Yo Sadat whassup? [S.X.] Yo I'm right here [Kool] I got these two girls They ready to roll up the highway with me [S.X.] Oh really? [Kool] I'ma get a little bit of gas Think you can make that trip or what? [S.X.] Yeah I definitely can you know that's a fact Of course [Kool] Alright I'll be back in a few minutes I'ma go back to the gas station and get some gas and fuel up [S.X.] Alright I'ma get some ? and all that Chorus: Kool Keith, Sadat X [Keith] Static we bring trouble to your right side [Sadat] Hey as I think to myself what a wonderful world [Keith] Static we bring trouble to your right side [Sadat] Hey Keith I just met this chick, why am I arguin with this girl? [Keith] Static we bring trouble to your right side [Sadat] Man we here we just livin positive [Keith] Static we bring trouble to your right side [Sadat] Hey we givin it all, and that's all we got to give [Kool Keith] Bumpin systems, rollin down the street in Detroit, Michigan I switch again, bucket seats with my girlfriend Wearin Paco in a Bronco, cologne is Pronto Movin quickly like the Lone Ranger, X is Tonto Back up the turnpike, Oldsmobile's roll with two pipes 440 engine blowin wind, through our hair extension Two bags of six packs, with .38's, wrapped in gift packs Big attitude she's on the two train, I roll like Mad Max Keep it simple baby young girl, now squeeze yo' pimple How dare you walk around ignore the First National Bank My name is unknown, ? die my family call me Hank I go way back, like you still shop at Alexando's Buy your sandals for your little son, named Romandos Watch your step Theresa, chew up on your slice at Easter [Sadat X] Can you surround me in the black tan My living room, trips to Cancun, with these - eighty ladies The Jefferson's to the Brady, Sanford and the Son I want the whole world and my old girl back She left me for the postman, now she send me letters I got a bottle of Grand Monet, drinkin in the stairway With the wizard Kool Keith, and I'm SPORTIN my rhymes Funeral chimes signal the beginnin of the end Cowboy with more in, with my private dancin chicks They live way out in the sticks, but I put em in the mix (uh-huh) Took em to Reno in an old Camino, gamblin in a casino The movie's Al Pacino Chorus [Kool Keith] Got my check cashed, you posin new, stop actin girl, like a fool Got the Benz on loan, Sadat rollin by your school You brought your frontin friend Gwen, beggin for the Benjamin I'll see you a ten, with a haircut, like Scottie Pippen My man Mark riffin in the backseat, my cousin Clifton You get me pissed and wearin big gloves like Sonny Liston Leon Spinks with afro on, ready to rob the Brinks I see you got your thongs out, Daisy Dukes and buns out You call me when you broken hearted, when your money runs out Back from the ?, you did it girl the blind way Hold your horses, and evil forces Don't press star for Pathmark, I'll be home after dark I'm tired of Pop Tart [Sadat X] Yeah I'm touchin Gwen with the butt love, the rubber glove I'm touchin that ass she swingin her hair, claimin she's an actress But wasn't she that same chick I seen with the black dress? Traded the ninety-eight for the sixty-eight Mustang Me and Keith at the bar, do they know who we are? Apparently, because all the drinks are free It's "Our house, in the middle of our street" And when you come in here you better wipe your feet I'm from Alburqueque, New Mex' to the great state of Texas I rode across on a gray horse, ?? Get to the sauce and add spaghetti, non-pork (what?) I'ma own New York, with a big spots of the BX and German outposts, with the communists close (no doubt) I'm verbose, I host, the most, y'all should roast me People watch closely and rewind me on the tape Study this here, then look and listen Take a step back and watch the black pearl glisten Chorus |
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