Kool Keith - Robert Perry lyrics

Robert Perry (Robert Perry) Bronx! (Bronx!) Manhattan (Manhattan) Queens (Queens) Staten Island (Staten Island) Brooklyn! (Brooklyn!) Across the George Washington Bridge from New Jersey (Jersey) You know about the Robert Perry (Robert Perry) A.K.A., the Double K Man get off my back Y'all sound whack like the "Brown Sugar" soundtrack You know the office decomposer Commercial cleaner, garbage disposer Hang my underwear in New York on top of your Times Square poster Pullin your snipes down Sample you, and your girl bring the Vaseline lotion Babywipes down, nobody can handle me Overcrowd 20th to 50th Street The top ten rappers in the Big Apple work janitor Clean my defecation off the concrete My pee stains shock your family, piss on your man's hand ... while your girl make the beats Y'all nothin but packs of candy and sweets 125th Street (125th Street) 125th Street, Robert Perry (Robert Perry) The national dominator, urinate on your best hater The mad people love the vanilla flavor Take your rap unserious like your movie roles Don't smile when the Doberman Pinscher finishes bad work on your sneaker soles, all V.I.P. material Don't play me, to hype your lyrics Tear you a new a**, go pay Jay-Z to write your lyrics Send your girl to dance out of state on spirit Don't get jealous cause the Avirex DJ usually act like he don't hear it (I don't hear it) A lot of guys at the station can't play they mother's record Let alone, their little brother's record New York is Hollywood, downtown Manhattan is Los Angeles The truth hurts, everybody in America is sportin them shirts 125th Street (125th Street) 125th Street, Robert Perry (Robert Perry) 125th Street (125th Street) Y'all still sportin them jerseys, I got Tom laundry gear Man bring the Stoli's Vanilla over here, girls floss the beer bellies It ain't s**y drinkin beer Talk under the Cerwin Vegas I'ma act like I can't understand your rap, man it's too loud Foes are whack, I can't hear, watch the cops escort you out the club Enjoy yourself, man you scared Ain't nobody thinkin about you let your shoulders rub Youse a paranoid studio k**er Stayin home by the fireplace and drinkin Miller Women with fat ugly men sayin "Girl he is fine!" Lookin at his fake j**elry shine 125th Street... yeah 125th Street (125th Street) 125th Street, Robert Perry (Robert Perry) 125th Street... (125th Street) Yeah you'll see me walkin down - 125th Street