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Kool Keith - Livin' Astro lyrics
Kool Keith] Yeah Every morning I wake up lookin in the mirror I am the original Black Elvis That's right when you see me with my wig to the side wearin my short leather jacket Marilyn Monroe on my back I'm livin that life I'm for real with this That's what I think about I like to tell my fans I got my shades big rock star compared to Elvis Signin autographs for rappers while girls move they pelvis Write songs quickly, for Elton John or Lionel Richie Call up my butler, get clothes washed by the maid Ivory soap, this is clean, feel like Cascade I count the bills, roll to Detroit in Sedan DeVille's I throw my skully on, big robe like Marvin Gaye Step in the front row, primetime I move your way Budweiser Fest soundcheck, demanding more respect I come correct through the Metro, and turn y'all petrol I'm up here early bitin donuts sippin on espresso While you sleep, I creep, gainin ground by the week Ampex reels, makin phone calls, I'm closin deals I move with skill, ride through Philly streets in Cherry Hill I'm doin it well, I'm doin it swell Yeah Flying saucers, spaceships move at warp speed MTV level three when I fly on BET Livin' astro, tell me how you feel One two, one two Movin roughly, straight to the desert, San Antonio I talk swift the Rock King Black Romeo I pack clubs, promoters put me out in Tokyo Damage your area, I'ma launch a fierce missile I roll schools, movin butt like I'm toilet tissue What is your issue? You over man, I don't miss you Scottie soft, you play like Jan Van Britteclaw New Jersey Nets real man, you ain't no Donald Hillman Bald head like Slick Watts, I run rap like Mayor Koch Forward your info, while Tony Lou, crank the Benzo Move out your driveway, white girls look, turn they eyeway Jealous in fact, tryin to rip the capes off my back I move with calm and, potential, through instrumentals Y'all front on BET with slum gold, drivin rentals I get real dino, runnin groups like a rhino Endin careers, that's my job, yo your rap is final Cancel your in-stores, your new job is moppin floors Fixin tiles, stoppin potholes up on the roof You work for service no tips man I speak the truth Flying saucers, spaceships move at warp speed MTV level three when I fly on BET Livin' astro, tell me how you feel One two, one two Flying saucers, spaceships move at warp speed MTV level three when I fly on BET Livin' astro, tell me how you feel One two, one two, one two Pull your hoods down, I bumrush your afterparty Have your manager scared, the radio station say I'm sorry Pack your bags, I move my luggage to the coliseum Infinite prime piece with statues in the rock museum Changin my zones, drinkin cocktails on cellular phones I tour with Anthrax, through Texas with the Rolling Stones Booked by the agency, famous artists payin me Hotels with fly room, with sneakers starin at the moon Mad atmosphere, ridin first class on British Air Lobster and steak, while y'all back in time, doin remakes I'm futuristic, nine-nine, to the year 4000 I make announcements, drop skills, then I bounce with fly young ladies, AMG kicks, 2000 Mercedes Brand new models, only seen one, in Colorado Light green metallic in the Shark Bar, eatin salad Lorenzo Wills, valet park, shoppin in Beverly Hills Step up your wildest spaceship kid, in the Plymouth Prowler Comin down Flying saucers, spaceships move at warp speed MTV level three when I fly on BET Livin' astro, tell me how you feel One two, one two Flying saucers, spaceships move at warp speed MTV level three when I fly on BET Livin' astro, tell me how you feel One two, one two Flying saucers, spaceships move at warp speed MTV level three when I fly on BET Livin' astro, tell me how you feel One two one two |
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