KOOL KEITH - Little Girls lyrics

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Yo keith man<br>I just turned off the tv man<br>Kids out there be thinkin they hardcore man<br>We gotta do somethin man, yo<br>Do it<br><br>{little girls.. think they're hardcore..} (4x)<br><br>[kool keith]<br>You got nine cars, tons of champagne, by the cases<br>Two thousand people killed, fake murder cases<br>Videos exaggerate things you never make<br>Your style is all tissue, chocolate fudge cream cake<br>The companies back you, people out there wanna slap you<br>Original fraud, funny with a mic cord<br>Persuadin kids that you hard, every stage you tour<br>Cold scared you in a motel, you can't come out<br>After the show, with panties on, you hurry run out<br>You petrified hallucinatin thinkin hardcore<br>You got the style now, you have to roll with 50 people<br>Lookin hard and mean, you ain't pullin triggers<br>Did you pay your bodyguards, for actin hard? <br>You get pistol-whipped, booty tapped, face scarred<br>Down and out, with camouflage gear, and no war<br>You ain't in the army kid..<br><br>{little girls.. think they're hardcore..} (3x)<br><br>[kool keith]<br>Now your show's packed up, you're gassed up<br>I'm there you're scared<br>You just turned twat, looked away feelin weird<br>You on the walkie talkie standin close near the door<br>Thinkin bout your records how you pop doo-doo more<br>Posses wait in texas, detroit for the bumrush<br>You bringin rubber, your crew is nervous smokin dust<br>You perpetrate your front, show your teeth, smokin blunts<br>Rappers cancel shows, ran away with stunts<br>Your manager scared, with ghetto mugs starin at him<br>Your crew pressured more, to even act harder<br>You took new york, down south them folks, wasn't havin that<br>Three kids from d.c. pulled out, what you laughin at? <br>You ran out, funny style, girl style, panty style<br>Freestyle the same style last week<br>You was bitin off that kid bo peep<br>With no panties on, your rectum got torn<br>Rearranged, I caught you after the show<br>Naked out, butt out, cracked out, with two rolls of film<br>Tryin to sell pictures of your lover<br>With you, molestin your little brother<br>I smacked you and stole your pistols<br><br>{little girls.. think they're hardcore..} (4x)<br><br>[kool keith]<br>Tommy, didn't I raise you to go to catholic school? <br>But mom, I gotta keep this up, this is all a front<br>This is just gimmicks to sell my records<br>The people don't have to know<br>I mean really, that's just me, even though we're soft<br>Me and my friends all of us<br>We just make money, that's all, it's a gimmick