27 Shots Lyrics by Kool Keith

27 Shots Lyrics

    [kool keith]
    They try to say california is plastic
    I think new york got the most plastic niggaz too
    Fuck all you niggaz 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 shit
    That's some old real michael jackson shit
    I'm comin with crazy vic
    Let me hear you tryin to copy my shit

    Fuck the impact eventually
    Cause there's a lot of corny niggaz performin out there
    Fat stomachs, make-up and eye glare
    What the fuck do i care?
    Niggaz with they ass out
    Groupies in cheap motels tryin to fuck and crash out
    Motherfuckers ain't networkin
    Strippers checkin in - motherfuckers on motorcycles
    Pickup trucks with license plates on 'em
    Bringin mad shit from down south
    Big after-parties i'ma turn my phone off
    I don't wanna shake hands, meet no-fuckin-body, arrogant bastard
    No commercial shit, break your neck, suck my dick in the world
    Fuck the critics everything i make is a hit
    Fuck you applehead motherfuckers tryin to make some old
    Carribean mixed with that trinity keyboard shit
    Hip-hop shit, that's some old broadway musical shit
    I don't even listen to that cartoon shit
    Tell your a&r and his wife to get out my fuckin life

    27 shots! {*blam blam blam*}
    27 shots! {*blam blam blam*}
    27 shots! {*blam*}

    Shut up; listen to my shit cause yo' cassette single is gay
    Writin that bullshit i hear on the radio by these homo niggaz everyday
    Butter soft sissy shit
    I got the real tell it like it is pissy shit
    Yo' shit is some fake-ass gorilla code shit
    White suits mansion yachts scared-ass nigga
    Doin videos buyin models on some boat shit
    I tell you straight g i can't fuck with it
    Girls still messin with you; your shit is wack
    Any bitch in they right mind shouldn't have sex wit you
    Rusty nigga that don't use soap
    I fuck around, and piss all over your leather faggot-ass trenchcoat
    Don't ever act hardcore
    Youse a suburban nigga, you get serviced nigga
    You never even been in a fuckin street fight
    Look at your old photo album pictures - youse a bunch of hype
    Kiss my ass, nobody picked up the fuckin mic
    Untalented bitch like you some wild ass
    Inner-city kid from the projects - who's next?

    27 shots! {*blam blam blam*}
    27 shots! {*blam blam blam*}
    27 shots! {*blam*}

    Then i really disrespect all production out there
    That bullshit niggaz programmin, fuck johnny hammond
    Sonny stitch, that shit ain't gettin you rich
    Just a packed crowd, low bitches, a bunch of fuckin dicks
    I'd rather see some ass, a nice club with a fat ass
    And all you motherfuckers actin like you jamaican
    American to the core, copyin that shit on tour
    Y'all niggaz be against speakers with your ears sore
    Stank ass boots with no socks on, fuckin up the dancefloor
    Since when you ate codfish and meat patties?
    I got cousins with jheri curls in caddies

    27 shots! {*blam blam blam*}
    27 shots! {*blam blam blam*}
    27 shots! {*blam blam blam*}

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