lirik lagu masters of illusion - east west huslers
yo wh-ssup kid?
yo every motherf-ckin year i spend $70,000
for a f-ckin picnic, 4th of july
you motherf-ckers come and eat up my sh-t, now that’s right
b-tches too, bring your own f-ckin brown paper bag
get out my f-ckin yard
nah na not this year, i’m not f-ckin with motherf-ckers
i’m stickin n-gg-z up, puttin ’em on the grill
charcoalin motherf-ckers
that’s right
[kool keith]
i call up motion, crank the pipes in the green cutl-ss
stankhead roll, super fly spinner on gold vogues
from here to texas playin master p, in the lexus
speakers and rearview, comin to, bangin through you
strippers that wiggle wind up, out them short pants
and b-tches can dance here’s yo’ yip baby suck my d-ck
that’s on the ampex reels, countin dollar bills
don’t smoke no bit that weed man smell like sh-t
[motion man]
i’m built for action, my hairy chest with gold chains
just smokes a fraction, and saves some for the brain
my ostrich headband, playin ball
move upon the floor like i’m allen, show my crossover now
cadillac the fifth wheel, six hoes in the back
keith packin the steel
n-gg- how the f-ck you comin out with this scalliwag?
she ain’t ridin in my love
with that kitchen and that kinky purr, or belly rub
and take that other fat hoe with the blubber, i roll like daytons
very expensive for you ones on budgets, my name is clifton
capital c-lift off, giraffe jacket
puma jeans, trout shoe, elk hat
yo rub my back ’til my p-n-s bulge out of my slacks
be like a crook and stab you right up in your tuna and hug it
i got the bait, five cadillacs deep in yo’ state
be like them vogue tires, gold trim, i f-cked you you’re fired
[chorus: x4]
[k] east west hustlers
[m] we showin out
[k] bronx to the bay-ay-ay
[m] we showin out
[motion man]
you know how it is, i hear a noise and take my sh-t straight to the shop
n-gg- fix my sh-t and run it by eight o’clock
who she roll with, clyde that down south southern–ss drawer n-gg-
yo tell him you with clifton, and lady jones clockin these figures
you see we all connected
my leopard spot drawers got infected
i had a velvet condom, eagle socks, tyrannosaurus rex, turtlenecks
n-gg-z sweatin in a drop-top vette, but it ain’t mine
[kool keith]
44 mag glove compartment and the plastic bag
i come real with sh-t, bobby who you f-ckin with?
you down south with the klabman, close your f-ckin mouth
i’m lenny jones, chewin steaks, y’all eatin chicken bones
4th of july them city boys come and start trouble
uncle harold lightin -ss with the double barrels
winchester sawed-off, blast a motherf-cker’s neck off
we blow yo’ leg off, the shirts and yo’ whole head off
we called the ambulance, paramedics in yo’ progress
my cousin ricky, with jheri curls through yo’ vest
double ocks catch crews out there in many spots
big boy uncle pete, down south hustler
go help aunt reese, you motherf-ckers bring the mustard
chicken salad, don’t f-ck with grandma layin on the palette
y’all take aim and rest, with liquor on yo’ f-ckin breath
[chorus]
[k] i put the garbage out, get your -ss out the bedroom
[m] i tamed the monkey, squeezed the vocals up out the sparrow
[k] usin your tactics, your little speakers sound plastic
crossover samples, don’t try to come, like you rambo
get in yo’ -ss again, you get the real blast again
[m] i leaned up on the curb and slid some beer for my folks
took some tokes, clifton, liftin
suck my -n-l, the baldheaded kid unclog yo’ sh-t like drain-o
[k] east west hustlers
[m] we showin out
[chorus]
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