yeah what's up what's up money

It's Kool Keith

You ever go to some girl's house

and they act like they livin lavish

two thousand extreme with space chandeliers (space chandeliers)

I mean rugs

I mean just everything all over the carpet (yeah)

With updated nineteen seventy five music playing

I pulling all your programs (all programs)

That's right all you materialistic robots (robots)

prepare

Verse one:

Yo I seen ya girl last night

Flat butt is wack, skinny hips

Bald head weave with the ashy lips

Wig in the back seat

With pay-less shoes on her feet

Dirty Jeans

With mildew spots in the washing machine

Roommates with no place, babies crying, pissy pampers

Roaches and flies funky panties hanging out the hamper

Three big head boys, but one's got to go to school

Her youngest daughter hair braided, lookin like a fool

Empty refrigerator

Family chew up now an laters

No TV, just me there and the MC

No gas, electric work

The house smell make my head hurt

Spots on the carpet,

Station wagon at the supermarket

With stamps on deck

With beads around this girl's neck

I crack a forty ounce

Watch the ants, mouses bounces

Yeah Yeah

Chorus: (x4)

I bring the ruckus straight from the sideline

The year two-thousand

Verse two:

Daisy Dukes with stretch marks

Her hair back in a bun

Cookin pork and beans

Some stale franks in the sun

Kids ain't listenin

Little Danny's got a hard head

Bugs are crawlin

Cables all smell like pee in the bed

Old clothes ain't clean