Number One Producer - World Wide Lamper lyrics

[Produced by Number One Producer] [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 line Coach many from the top like Phil Jackson The matte perrriwinkle, Rolls Royce Wraith is accurate Job application 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 T.S.A. at 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 Hershey 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 Krampus [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 aunt Ronnie 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) Word being treated 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 coozhound 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 Bumpin Dr. Octagon 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 it got a disease (Rest in peace) f**boy wearing a turtleneck and corduroy I'm eating dead Bok Choy with Soulja Boy Yep, the palette exquisite My gynecologist make a sushi fried chicken (That's racist) She 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 ref panda, bear, beef ring I meant to say it's made out left 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