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KHM lyrics : "U Jerk Chickens"

[Kool Keith]
Yeah..
Keith... M Live... H-Bomb..

New York City!... NEW!... 2002!

I'll bust a Rolodex, co-sign with fat checks

Move in your spot next
Have sex kid, with your fine ex
Production level, upgrade, I'm on the stage next

Level gambino, throw bombs like I'm Dan Marino
Girls excited - quick, tell me man, what he know
From Dallas and back, Miami down to Puerto Rico

Top all the people, rappers know I got ego
Buick with 20's on 'em, Cuban ladies in the Regal
That's on the Ito, spicy hot like burrito

Las Vegas bosso, the Riviera my casino
Bedrock shocker, my pit bull - call him Dino
I'm mister arso, kid 'cause no one equal

Elly, I'm Carrie though - opponent walks, think I'm evil
Nicest devices, kid call me Mighty Isis


[Chorus x3]
(What 'chu want now? What 'chu want?)
Time tickin', keep it pimpin'

(What 'chu want now? What 'chu want?)
Time tickin', U Jerk Chickens


[Marc Live]
What's up ma? Ey yo the bar's on us
A lot of weed, drunk up, and cars all nuts

Listen and learn kid, we bag y'all stunts, don't front
Leathers and Gator's, and all blown up
Front of the club your girl's throwin' up

They - spillin' and talkin', we left y'all !@#%s
We - move to cities, gritty committee
Jet us in the box... you better have the rock

Listen kid, yo we made it and we laid it
I spit some venom on it, so sip some Henny on it
Flaunt my style, I know that many want it

Bad chick, she told me how to do it
Leather boots and rips, yo we ran through it
You can't fake it, your girl wanna get naked

Let's get his head breakin', earth shakin', gyratin'
We get the money then we fade the spot
Clear the club then we spray the lot, we major hot


[Chorus x2.5]
(What 'chu want now? What 'chu want?)

Time tickin', keep it pimpin'
(What 'chu want now? What 'chu want?)
Time tickin', U Jerk Chickens


[H-Bomb]
Sex flicks, black whips, curved hips, she trips

Fits, booty hits, whipped chicks, puffed lips
Flips cash, paparazzi flash, rubber mask, 747 crash
Cash I found smashed

Ask Guns N' Roses, rock the slash
Flew through Louisiana to practice voo-doo, screw face
Backstage place, full paid

Jacky Jasper, huh, she goes both ways, stays - fifteen days
With Stan the white kid from the Sugar Ray's, slays
Samplin' jazz, corny blues, sound like Ma$e

Tunnel fazes, over, off tour
We kick off Tim's, Gator's
Land Rover's hit corners, undercovers plugged

No weak covers, I'll unveil your persona, thugs
With metal, he yellin' hard, it should settle
Don't even get involved, don't even mettle

I got the powder, heat, and water on the kettle
Beautiful Courtney court me, in the lobby jocked me, stop me
Big butt, G14, the hobby, yo knock me

But your off key, dress sloppy, your aunt, cop'll spot me
Your man Lenny Kravitz a carbon copy
Yo Keith, pick up the phone, it's J, it's Jacky

They try to catch me on a two-way pager, they can't track me
My hoes classy, refers nasty
Mules do drugs, runts, the passes - you got me?

[Chorus x3]

(What 'chu want now? What 'chu want?)
Time tickin', keep it pimpin'
(What 'chu want now? What 'chu want?)
Time tickin', U Jerk Chickens


(What 'chu want now? What 'chu want?)
(What 'chu want now? What 'chu want?)

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