27 Shots lyrics

[Kool Keith]
They try to say California is plastic
I think New York got the most plastic n*ggas too
f*ck all you n*ggas comin out to the Soul Train Awards
With them pop ass headsets - around your ears like Britney Spears
That's some old Bobby Brown and New Edition sh*t
That's some old REAL Michael Jackson sh*t
I'm comin with Crazy Vic
Let me hear you tryin to copy my sh*t

f*ck the impact eventually
Cause there's a lot of corny n*ggas performin out there
Fat stomachs, make-up and eye glare
What the f*ck do I care?
n*ggas with they ass out
Groupies in cheap motels tryin to f*ck and crash out
Motherf*ckers ain't networkin
Strippers checkin in - motherf*ckers on motorcycles
Pickup trucks with license plates on 'em
Bringin mad sh*t from down South
Big after-parties I'mma turn my phone off
I don't wanna shake hands, meet no-f*ckin-body, arrogant bast*rd
No commercial sh*t, break your neck, suck my di*k in the world
f*ck the critics everything I make is a hit
f*ck you applehead motherf*ckers tryin to make some old
Carribean mixed with that Trinity keyboard sh*t
Hip-Hop sh*t, that's some old Broadway musical sh*t
I don't even listen to that cartoon sh*t
Tell your A&R and his wife to get out my f*ckin life
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Shut up; listen to my sh*t cause yo' cassette single is gay
Writin that bullsh*t I hear on the radio by these homo n*ggas everyday
Butter soft sissy sh*t
I got the real tell it like it is p*ssy sh*t
Yo' sh*t is some fake-ass gorilla code sh*t
White suits mansion yachts scared-ass n*gga
Doin videos buyin models on some boat sh*t
I tell you straight G I can't f*ck with it
Girls still messin with you; your sh*t is wack
Any b*tch in they right mind shouldn't have sex wit you
Rusty n*gga that don't use soap
I f*ck around, and p*ss all over your leather faggot-ass trenchcoat
Don't ever act hardcore
Youse a suburban n*gga, you get serviced n*gga
You never even been in a f*ckin street fight
Look at your old photo album pictures - youse a bunch of hype
Kiss my ass, nobody picked up the f*ckin mic
Untalented b*tch like you some wild ass
Inner-city kid from the projects - who's next?

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Then I really disrespect all production out there
That bullsh*t n*ggas programmin, f*ck Johnny Hammond
Sonny Stitch, that sh*t ain't gettin you rich
Just a packed crowd, low b*tches, a bunch of f*ckin di*ks
I'd rather see some ass, a nice club with a fat ass
And all you motherf*ckers actin like you Jamaican
American to the core, copyin that sh*t on tour
Y'all n*ggas be against speakers with your ears sore
Stank ass boots with no socks on, f*ckin up the dancefloor
Since when you ate codfish and meat patties?
I got cousins with jheri curls in caddies

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