Key! - Sidney Poitier lyrics

[Verse 1: Key!] Lemon squeeze for currency, I don't think you huring me I'm itching for that check up, said my fingertips is burgundy Blicka-blicka-blucka ugh, ooh I had to take it there All these n***as actin' cuz, That Sidney for the Poitier Lean, mean, drilling machine; take a b**h and poke her spleen Ring-ring, call her for some seconds on the ding-a-ling No no mami, no double-dip, I'm sticking to the covenant Mother-f** the government. couple optimos in the freeze cup Rubber grip em man, and make a mother f**er freeze up *mumble mumble* [Verse 2: JesusMunchies] A youngin all about a dollar, send me to the label I'mma tell them n***as holler. Even back when I was ten Seen neighbors shot down, had us pouring out gin The preacher made us pay, So I ain't listening to him Nintendo 64's... bumpin "juice and gin" It's still "f** the police", four dogs with no leash East side, tippin' in my G-ride, jesus! He's just high... don't call me for no sh** If you somebody I know, now you know, lil b**h Don't call for no *mumbles* you know me lil b**h... [Verse 3: Skii] Ugh! I look like baby jesus. town's far from nazareth Joint smell all hazardous, over there in the labyrinth Ugh!, nothing like dope money,it's profits of the relahpse The first time with the soft, I f**ed up the re-rock I'm dodging commissary, I ain't tryna be in your C-block I'm thinking foreign ballin' got the mind of Vlade Divac Yeah! my young loc, done got them piru's in the tree-tops I f** my hipster b**h,she say I'm the reason why her knees knock Ugh!... You know what? you know I don't do movies Mommy told me do the right thing; but mother-f** a mookie Ugh!... You know what? you know I don't do movies Mommy told me do the right thing; but mother-f** a mookie [Verse 4: Frankenstein] Ugh! New everything, got me lookin like Matilda That bathing ape, got me looking like the dos equis man Triller than a fiddle, spilling liquor in the sk**et It's a blizzard on the news, Q-bishop with the billets Still a swill merchandiser, mister willie miller. k**er Pistol in the cereal and this ***** we go hand in hand That pan daddy, I'm krillin wit this pimpin' Y'all marry hoes and I just ain't in the christmas spirit Grinch. hah, I stand here from it, under the anvils umbrage And watch my damier luggage, I am. 2.2 pounds, you're barely 125 grams, wouldn't expect y'all to understand this money n***a