KutMasta Kurt - 27 Shots lyrics

[Kool Keith] They try to say California is plastic I think New York got the most plastic n***as too f** all you n***as comin out to the Soul Train Awards With them pop a** headsets - around your ears like Britney Spears That's some old Bobby Brown and New Edition sh** That's some old REAL Michael Jackson sh** I'm comin with Crazy Vic Let me hear you tryin to copy my sh** f** the impact eventually Cause there's a lot of corny n***as performin out there Fat stomachs, make-up and eye glare What the f** do I care? n***as with they a** out Groupies in cheap motels tryin to f** and crash out Motherf**ers ain't networkin Strippers checkin in - motherf**ers on motorcycles Pickup trucks with license plates on 'em Bringin mad sh** from down South Big after-parties I'mma turn my phone off I don't wanna shake hands, meet no-f**in-body, arrogant ba*tard No commercial sh**, break your neck, s** my dick in the world f** the critics everything I make is a hit f** you applehead motherf**ers tryin to make some old Carribean mixed with that Trinity keyboard sh** Hip-Hop sh**, that's some old Broadway musical sh** I don't even listen to that cartoon sh** Tell your A&R and his wife to get out my f**in life 27 shots! {*BLAM BLAM BLAM*} 27 shots! {*BLAM BLAM BLAM*} 27 shots! {*BLAM*} Shut up; listen to my sh** cause yo' ca**ette single is gay Writin that bullsh** I hear on the radio by these h*mo n***as everyday bu*ter soft sissy sh** I got the real tell it like it is pissy sh** Yo' sh** is some fake-a** gorilla code sh** White suits mansion yachts scared-a** n***a Doin videos buyin models on some boat sh** I tell you straight G I can't f** with it Girls still messin with you; your sh** is wack Any b**h in they right mind shouldn't have s** wit you Rusty n***a that don't use soap I f** around, and piss all over your leather f*ggot-a** trenchcoat Don't ever act hardcore Youse a suburban n***a, you get serviced n***a You never even been in a f**in street fight Look at your old photo album pictures - youse a bunch of hype Kiss my a**, nobody picked up the f**in mic Untalented b**h like you some wild a** Inner-city kid from the projects - who's next? 27 shots! {*BLAM BLAM BLAM*} 27 shots! {*BLAM BLAM BLAM*} 27 shots! {*BLAM*} Then I really disrespect all production out there That bullsh** n***as programmin, f** Johnny Hammond Sonny Stitch, that sh** ain't gettin you rich Just a packed crowd, low b**hes, a bunch of f**in dicks I'd rather see some a**, a nice club with a fat a** And all you motherf**ers actin like you Jamaican American to the core, copyin that sh** on tour Y'all n***as be against speakers with your ears sore Stank a** boots with no socks on, f**in up the dancefloor Since when you ate codfish and meat patties? I got cousins with jheri curls in caddies 27 shots! {*BLAM BLAM BLAM*} 27 shots! {*BLAM BLAM BLAM*} 27 shots! {*BLAM BLAM BLAM*}