Exile - Klepto lyrics

[Verse 1] It's your boy, so go home boy Back to your crib, unemployed While I play like a little boy And get paid, major, don't dennoy You're loving, the way I make noise Playing with my MPC toys Back off of me, cause you think you're hard you're all soft to me Your beats, they sound a little off to me I don't nod my head, just look at you awkwardly You should just rip the ears off of me Cause I don't lie, I can take a sh** openly That's whack, put it back Even Angelo was better than that I turn your snare into your face getting smacked like (Strat!) [Hook] I'ma let you know what I'm about You ain't about sh** I'm about to take the MPC out of your f**ing house I'ma let you know what I'm about And you ain't about sh** And I'm about to take the MPC out of your f**ing house [Verse 2] And it's all too silly, to me They take it too sincerely I'm jack tripping all, so don't you get near me or 3's a company dog Quit playing Mr. Philly, huh? Without a doubt, I turn it out, ... all about Exile's in the f**ing house... you will know what's up sh** Exile's f**ing nuts uppercuts of the grill of the weak and pulling dresses up So I can reveal what's up, that's what's up, that's what's up I'm extra tough, plus I'm extra nuts I got 4 balls 2 dicks and 3 s*uts One for the c*nt, one for the bu*t One to juggle 3 balls, the one that's left you could s** [Hook] I'ma let you know what I'm about Apparently you ain't about sh** To knock the microphone out of your f**ing mouth I'ma let you know what I'm about And you ain't about sh** So I'm about To knock the microphone out of your f**ing mouth [Verse 3] Get it out, it doesn't belong there In your face, I put my arms there Better yet, during a show, I create a bomb scare I'm like, everybody get out, it's gonna blow, get out of here That's the only way your sh**'s gonna blow unless it blows like it s**s It does though so I guess you blow bro You better go home listen to my demo in slow mo Mo, mo, mo, motion, coast to coasting I be boasting broads in the motherf**ing sushi that's still alive in the ocean Haters talk sh** but still rewind, like oh sh** Exile's whack but still he's the dopest Beat maker, scratcher, and hip hop vocalist Heater's hot like, "He's smoking this mic tell Cherry inhale and start choking b**h" But really I'm not joking this Me with a gift that ticks, open it [Hook] I'ma let you know what I'm about and you ain't about sh**, so I'm about, to take the turn tables out your f**ing house I'ma let you know what I'm about and you ain't about sh**, so I'm about, to take all your equipment out your f**ing house