[Hook: Kool Keith]
World wide lamper, world wide lamper, world wide lamper
[Verse 1: Kool Keith]
Between my legs the ladies like the way I ball handle
Especially when I'm going to the basket making examples
Reverse dunking a punk and tap your girl on the bu*t
When she shoot at the foul lamp
Coach many from the top like Phil Jackson
The map [?] wrinkle, Rolls Royce Wraith is accurate
Job [?] rappers you can scratch when I itch
The nut-sack once a month on the fifth
Your mommy t**ng while I smoke a spliff
She a mother of 19 kids, pa** her a brick
When she wear a wig, export the imports
My jockstrap sniffed by [?] by the airport
I see a lot of Mickey Mouses on the wrist, fossils don't count
Show you the Rolex, out of bounds
Prada leather trench
Your lady show pretty pink, to be her she dog brown
Take her off the campus with Dion and Colonel Sanders
The hawks looking for a good dude to cook food in Atlanta
Serve me frozen sodas from Fanta
More leg room, show me where they expand us
I heard of Kurt Rambis by the lot playing [?]
[Hook: Kool Keith]
World wide lamper, world wide lamper
[Verse 2: B.A.R.S. Murre]
How gully do I keep it?
I can make you richest in the world so stop sleeping
In the rap game I'm the best kept secret
Never made a penny from it, you know how I'm eating
(Why they mad though?)
They mad 'cause I'm Fonzie
Walk up in the bar leaving with your [?]
Plotting up a scheme like my last name's Ponzi
Push a bu*ton on you s**ers so don't ever get co*ky
(What you do for fun?)
I get a kick out of winning
My main man Roddie gets a kick out of sinning
Doesn't know gymnastics, but he always starts flipping
While I'm at the waterfalls on the rocks, I'm sipping
(They must like you)
World [?]
From the roof of my castle looking down, I see you scheming
Stickup kids jotting in my motor, now they pleading
Every human being that ever tried to challenge been defeated
(You life life)
I live life like a [?] sound
With a quarter ki of coke and my goose down
Hit the dance floor, ladies get loose now
Every time I leave I knock boots down
B.A.R.S. Murre gives f**s, none
I got that hot sh** spitting out my tongue, tongue
[Hook: Kool Keith]
World wide lamp, world wide lamp
[Verse 3: Dirt Nasty]
(Dirt Nasty, baby, faded now)
'Cause I socked your mom in front of Papa John's
I bump and dunk the ock, then gone with your Walkman on
Don't make me switch my pitch up
I smack my b**h up in a Cadillac pickup truck
(Those don't exist)
I'm world wide lamping now
Skinny dip with your b**h, I-I I am the captain now
(I am the captain)
I sail the seven seas in a gold scuba kit that cost 87 G's
(That's expensive)
The ice cold freeze in the thaw on my dick when it's 88 degrees
Say cheese, ladies hit their knees
Cause my whip so sick that they got a disease
(Rest in peace)
f**boy wearing a turtleneck and corduroy
I'm meeting [?] with Soulja Boy
Yep, the palette exquisite
My gynecologist make a sushi fried chicken
(That's racist)
[?] be on some cop sh**
Talk sh**, I'mma sock you with a chopstick
Nah, b**h, I'mma knock you on the co*kpit
Drop and kick your mom dick in a mosh pit
My suit is extinct
It's made of of red panda, bear, beaver, [?]
I meant to say it's made out red panda paw and lion mink
All red leather, bikini Sandusky made forever
And ever and ever and ever and ever and ever
[Hook: Kool Keith]
World wide lamper, world wide lamper, world wide lamper