Man, I turn on the TV man
I was in the mall, one of the rappers I seen
Up at the mall wearin' the gold chains, one of the guys from BET
Man them boys is souped up, just
I walked up to one with my wife, asked for an autograph
He turned his back to me
Because I am so cool!
I waste no time tellin' you in front of your ugly girlfriend you can't rhyme
Smack your engineer with a tall can of Olde English beer
Urinate on your S-S-L board and your lyrics sheet
Defecate in the hood at your store for leavin' your fans
Butt-naked with a box of Pampers in the middle of the street
Blow your socks off, send the girls you take to exquisite restaurants
To Pink Hot Dog, exclusive company just miss the masses
Talk to white girls with flat stomachs, no stretch marks, with black girl asses
Upscale extravagant, no autographs
Tell the Backstreet Boys I'm arrogant
Lady singers and rappers, I'm Keith Livingston your lawyer, I'm gonna work you
My job is to give you a Benz, close your publishing deal while I jerk you
The contract's ready, you already signed the first two
Your butt crack is I'ma put you on Rap City with Tigger and hurt you
Nothin' to reimburse you, my voodoo curse you
Anything that come out I will alert you
Turn your ass around like a marble head baby and burp you
Smack you, beat you with a telephone cord, I can reach you
All I hear is "yo stop Keith, stop it Keith"
[Chorus: x2]
Arrogant, autographs, them ni'az can't sign them?
Souped up, souped up
While I stay in demand, your naked wife knows I'm cocky
Souped up, souped up
Yo I drop in butt wipe, doodoo Charmin under pillows
That dude who fairyland turd drop with big words
Expose my other self, drippin' off the bedspread
Stank bed, you smell 'em in your head, screamin'
When you wake up cause it's obvious, I'm really really really funky
Typical Motion tantalizing, climbing up the track
The jock's on, rappers watch me in the field shakin' pom poms
I got a whole section of 'em loaded
Bowl reflectin' to the rhyme I wrote it
Like Dr. Dooom, sandwich up the rotor, no appetizer
Just a full course meal fillin' statements from the Motionizer
Gorilla grip, I grab rappers by they dry lips
Straight thug a bear hug Grizzly Adams couldn't tame
Wild from Animal Bill, also precise
Yo mami cosi en carne, yo papi usted why spice
'Cause I been spyin' on her, extremely relyin' on her
Your sister too, now what you want to do? (You want to do)
I fuck a n'ia like Chitty, Ohana too, followed you
In the air like a molecule
The standard prototype, explicit rap extreme and souped up
[Chorus: x2]
'Cause I am so cool
I was in the mall, one of the rappers I seen
Up at the mall wearin' the gold chains, one of the guys from BET
Man them boys is souped up, just
I walked up to one with my wife, asked for an autograph
He turned his back to me
Because I am so cool!
I waste no time tellin' you in front of your ugly girlfriend you can't rhyme
Smack your engineer with a tall can of Olde English beer
Urinate on your S-S-L board and your lyrics sheet
Defecate in the hood at your store for leavin' your fans
Butt-naked with a box of Pampers in the middle of the street
Blow your socks off, send the girls you take to exquisite restaurants
To Pink Hot Dog, exclusive company just miss the masses
Talk to white girls with flat stomachs, no stretch marks, with black girl asses
Upscale extravagant, no autographs
Tell the Backstreet Boys I'm arrogant
Lady singers and rappers, I'm Keith Livingston your lawyer, I'm gonna work you
My job is to give you a Benz, close your publishing deal while I jerk you
The contract's ready, you already signed the first two
Your butt crack is I'ma put you on Rap City with Tigger and hurt you
Nothin' to reimburse you, my voodoo curse you
Anything that come out I will alert you
Turn your ass around like a marble head baby and burp you
Smack you, beat you with a telephone cord, I can reach you
All I hear is "yo stop Keith, stop it Keith"
[Chorus: x2]
Arrogant, autographs, them ni'az can't sign them?
Souped up, souped up
While I stay in demand, your naked wife knows I'm cocky
Souped up, souped up
Yo I drop in butt wipe, doodoo Charmin under pillows
That dude who fairyland turd drop with big words
Expose my other self, drippin' off the bedspread
Stank bed, you smell 'em in your head, screamin'
When you wake up cause it's obvious, I'm really really really funky
Typical Motion tantalizing, climbing up the track
The jock's on, rappers watch me in the field shakin' pom poms
I got a whole section of 'em loaded
Bowl reflectin' to the rhyme I wrote it
Like Dr. Dooom, sandwich up the rotor, no appetizer
Just a full course meal fillin' statements from the Motionizer
Gorilla grip, I grab rappers by they dry lips
Straight thug a bear hug Grizzly Adams couldn't tame
Wild from Animal Bill, also precise
Yo mami cosi en carne, yo papi usted why spice
'Cause I been spyin' on her, extremely relyin' on her
Your sister too, now what you want to do? (You want to do)
I fuck a n'ia like Chitty, Ohana too, followed you
In the air like a molecule
The standard prototype, explicit rap extreme and souped up
[Chorus: x2]
'Cause I am so cool
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