Dr. Dooom - Sideline lyrics

Yeah what's up what's up money It's kool keith You ever go to some girl's house And they act like they livin lavish Two-thousand extreme with space chandeliers (space chandeliers) I mean rugs I mean just everything all over the carpet (yeah) With updated nineteen seventy-five music playing I pulling all your programs (all programs) That's right all you materialistic robots (robots) Prepare Verse one: Yo i seen ya girl last night Flat bu*t is wack, skinny hips Bald head weave with the ashy lips Wig in the back seat With pay-less shoes on her feet Dirty jeans With mildew spots in the washing machine Roommates with no place, babies crying, pissy pampers Roaches and flies funky panties hanging out the hamper Three big head boys, but one's got to go to school Her youngest daughter hair braided, lookin like a fool Empty refrigerator Family chew up now an laters No tv, just me there and the mc No gas, electric work The house smell make my head hurt Spots on the carpet, Station wagon at the supermarket With stamps on deck With beads around this girl's neck I crack a forty ounce Watch the ants, mouses bounces Yeah yeah Chorus: (x4) I bring the ruckus straight from the sideline The year two-thousand Verse two: Daisy dukes with stretch marks Her hair back in a bun Cookin pork and beans Some stale franks in the sun Kids ain't listenin Little danny's got a hard head Bugs are crawlin Cables all smell like pee in the bed Old clothes ain't clean The bathroom scent is all toes Athlete's feet No door mats with water off the street Spraying the fungus The living room is humongus School lunch on the floor Baby vomit atomic, raviolis With an old bowl of guacamole, cap'n crunch No milk, chase it with some fruit punch Dishwashing liquid Cups of grease I ain't tryin to get whipped Straightening combs, i think Hair is all over the sink Tampons in the garbage can The house is hot Rent no fan Air condition is doomed With blunt smoke is in the room Fix all your nose snot rags Pouring cheerios No toilet tissue Baby wipe, your mom left a missile Acting fly i scoped a monkey With my human eye Dead up i'm serious The meatloaf ain't got me curious Dry turkey wings on the couch The cat ate everything You think you livin Tryin to dress up like robin givens Yeah yeah yeah yeah Chorus: (x4) Verse three: No bills are paid Just cabinets packed full with kool-aid Wonder bread i throw back Just missed over ya head Sardines with old shrimp Tuna fish is ludicrous Idaho potatoes A bag full of spoilt tomatoes Neighbors borrow, send the kids over need sugar Little tonika's at the door her face full of boogers Colt forty-five on the table A six pack of miller Fake barbecues Honeys walk around like gorillas Stretch marks in action Stomach bumps look like mumps Popeye's chicken on the stove With the puppy lickin Everybody watching black and white tube tonight No color intentions Plastic bag hair extensions I grab a record from rick Play the fifth dimensions Yeah yeah yeah yeah Chorus: (x4)