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Kool Keith
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Rubba Love
作词:Kurt Matlin, Keith Thornton
Yeah, check it out Kool Keith is back y'all Big Wille, Papa Large, kickin' the funk for you Jealous people out there, check it out
I see you moving your feet, bopin' ya head Noddin' ya head, dropin' ya head The sounds of the phantom, kickin' on the dance floor You move and boogie more
I represent for the world like the president Strong as a bag of dust, style like and elephant No rapper out there, MC's on my public hair Girls stare, section 8, I'm on welfare
Collectin' papes and hearing whack city tapes You in the fruit crew rappin' with a bunch of grapes I see MC's on videos and the music box That story's weak that your mean and you're bustin' glocks You're just an old stone kid, pebble throwin' rocks
I'd rather drive and ooh with your girl friend Your man is ugly the kid look like Gentle Ben Don't get hype 'cause your style man ain't my type You better step off I see it in your eye
Don't get jealous your heart pumps rubba love, rubba love Don't get jealous your heart pumps rubba love, rubba love Don't get jealous your heart pumps rubba love, rubba love Don't get jealous your heart pumps rubba love, rubba love
Back again my friend, I drop you spin the record One stations' confused and the others can't check it You playin' stuff to me that sounds local I didn't even hear it down south in Acapulco
I write national you play it for the whole world Brothers with the perm and girls with the Jheri Curl So many rapper, I have to call Sandman Do, do in the pollo and everybody's whack, man
I watch BET and MTV Around the globe all the girls wanna see me I'm in your club tonight, I can wear a suit With my man Malik, L.O., spendin' mega loot My pockets fat, my Caddy with a diamondback Mature honey's get wet, wanna hit the sack
I count 10 though and throw it on a Coup De Ville I'm up in Burbank with acres out in Cherry Hill I'm livin' stupid and people think I'm Bob Barker With my food stamps, I'm home watchin' Archie Bunker
My neighbor's nosy that old lady Rosie 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Sucka's in the musical biz think they know me They buyin' charts and flicks in the Billboard Can't rap for crap with nerve to hold a mic chord
I cut radio waves with a Zoro Sword You think I'm small lady in the red Ford You in the mirror lookin' in my face Ah ha, so that's how it is?
Don't get jealous your heart pumps rubba love, rubba love Don't get jealous your heart pumps rubba love, rubba love Don't get jealous your heart pumps rubba love, rubba love Don't get jealous your heart pumps rubba love, rubba love
Third and Lex I fix my radio a sudden change That R&B live band with singers sounds strange Everybody's a fool if you think it's cool Sittin' with Ex-Lax on the potty stool
I got tissue for you in the projects Playin' the bomb drinkin' Balantine X I see brothers in cars pump they Alpine They bought Snoop Dog and want a free tape of mine
Shame on you baby paw you so cheap I hop in a Cadillac and drive up the street I see my man, my tape he bought in his hand He got green stacks and props in a rubber band
I'm on the wheel side drivin' on the left side Checkin' out honey dips and freaks on the westside I got big blow and all sorts of Bubble Yum Bad breath kids step, rappers need chewing gum
I'm like De La, droppin' kickin' more soul Sounds are new and they drum machines sound old Lyrical dummies, I make 'em turn do a summy Girls surprised I'm black and I'm not bummy
I ride the train and still flip out on your brain I move your dome to a lot lift it with a crane You on my D head get back off my chisel Chic a chic, ah wee
Don't get jealous your heart pumps rubba love, rubba love Don't get jealous your heart pumps rubba love, rubba love Don't get jealous your heart pumps rubba love, rubba love Don't get jealous your heart pumps rubba love, rubba love
Yeah this goes out to all the people in the world Who are still jealous Jealous of the next man, jealous of the next girl That's right, still jealous, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha
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