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Kool Keith - Drugs lyrics
(Back in the 70's, it was all about drugs..) Tie my arm up at night between shows Takin soda tops off of soda pops I used to be up all night in the living room smokin a lot of weed with the Four Tops Makin collect calls back home to my pops My little brother said, "Keith - you need to stop!" I knew something was wrong when I gave away my VHS and sold a pair of my socks The IRS callin me, gettin on my nerve, I was warned by Redd Foxx My girl, "Keith you seen my diamond rings in the jewelry box?" I don't know; last night you and Chaka Khan was in here sniffin blow I was in the room sweatin thinkin about the rent playin bingo The landlord said the first of the month, we gotta go Packed up my bag and met Darryl Strawberry in the mall I told James Brown stop smokin angel dust and the pis-tal He wanted to go up to the Olive Garden and start a resteraunt brawl "Mary J. Blige, my son don't accept them type of phone calls" I can't come out tonight, my Bic lighter don't light I heard you and K-Ci in the background I'm screamin did the cops come and break up the fight? All the crack and the drugs, make me feel, the way I feel All the crack and the drugs.. drugs.. All the crack and the drugs, make me feel, the way I feel All the crack and the drugs.. Freebasin eighteen pounds of coke with Marvin Gaye Put that on the table, let's parlay with Smokey Robinson and Bootsy, lightin aluminum foil Watch that crack pipe boil With Richard Pryor we burned the house down gettin higher Don't think I'm bluffin Meet Tommy Lee Curtis, Keith Richards, Eddie Kingwards and David Ruffin Rick James was in the kitchen lightin the flame and Mousey's trapped with Cuba Gooding Sr. I don't want nobody to know my name I kept glasses on it was a damn shame Losin weight, fallin out in big arenas The same guy who used to deal to me deals to Whitney and Bobby, meet Ike and Tina Every Saturday mansions was packed, "Hey Jimmy you got the smack?" Shut up!You don't know how to act All the crack and the drugs, make me feel, the way I feel All the crack and the drugs.. drugs.. All the crack and the drugs, make me feel, the way I feel All the crack and the drugs.. Crystal methane.. and heroin and quaaludes.. A relapse, of your mind Angel dust, ecstasy, sniffin coke baby.. got the best of me-heee-heeeee.. I got rits, withdrawals, my symptoms of pain Rush me to the hosss-pi-tallll.. Oooh, ooh baby Get this monkey off of MY MY MY BACK! And get him off of me Get the monkey off my BACK! Baby! Get the monkey And get the monkey off my back now.. |
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