KOOL KEITH - Robert Perry lyrics

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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 ass, 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 sexy 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 killer

Stayin home by the fireplace and drinkin Miller

Women with fat ugly men sayin "Girl he is fine!"

Lookin at his fake jewelry 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