
letra de pussy blockers - kool keith & kutmasta kurt
yo, what’s up? stop ringin’ the bell!
i got some girls up here taking some f-ckin’ pictures!
what the f-ck are you doing? you got some place to go? anything to do? what’s up?
stop f-cking with me. yo. stop p-ssy blocking
hey n-ggas be c-ckblockin’ when you’re tryin’ to see a b-tch
they on your d-ck, they use your juice, claim your game
use your name outta sight, they need that limelight
biggin’ theyself up, broke as f-ck for a buck
scarin’ b-tches, put your knife in, your life is trifin’
f-ckin’ my game up, tryina f-ck my name up
this sh-t is outta hand, n-ggas tryina play my hand
tellin’ b-tches my lifestyle, all this sh-t about me
they don’t know jack sh-t, but they talk the f-ck about me
keith is this, keith is that, attacks some p-ssycat
behind yo backs, schemin’ hard like a f-ckin’ rat
excuse me, what the f-ck? try your luck
where’s your f-ckin’ manners?
(stop talkin’ ’bout me. wouldn’t think about you.)
stop p-ssyblockin’. get a life, get a b-tch
(stop talkin’ ’bout me. wouldn’t think about you.)
stop p-ssyblockin’. get a life, get a b-tch
(stop talkin’ ’bout me. wouldn’t think about you.)
stop p-ssyblockin’. get a life, get a b-tch
(stop talkin’ ’bout me. wouldn’t think about you.)
stop p-ssyblockin’. get a life, get a b-tch
yeah, motherf-ckers be hangin’ around with they c-ck-blockin’ antics
f-cking yo p-ssy up, interrupting your sh-t with rude manners
disrespecting you unwelcomingly, roaches barging in your door
not calling before you come over
what the f-ck? can’t you see i’m tryina get some ass?
no. i’m doing sh-t. i’m chilling with my f-cking girl
let me do something! let me go back to my verse
i’m mature, hang myself i do this better
n-ggas sell me out to try to boost they f-ckin’ clout
operatin’ on scheme sh-t, your mack is wack, you need to quit
high school raps you pack ’em up, walk with knapsacks
no time for play sh-t, toy sh-t, circus sh-t
i’m on some naked pictures high-class service sh-t
gentlemen, mister nice, cheap pockets they pay the price
cut my throat, you off the cliff hanging off the roof
your style is comic, don’t make me have to f-cking vomit
you act so thrifty, tight n-ggas ain’t so atomic
peanuts from pathmark, your lines are from a shopping cart
and looters ain’t havin’ money, the joke’s f-cking funny
girls react and get some tingles in they ass crack
go for you puppets, your business card (???)
(stop talkin’ ’bout me. wouldn’t think about you.)
stop p-ssyblockin’. get a life, get a b-tch
(stop talkin’ ’bout me. wouldn’t think about you.)
stop p-ssyblockin’. get a life, get a b-tch
(stop talkin’ ’bout me. wouldn’t think about you.)
stop p-ssyblockin’. get a life, get a b-tch
(stop talkin’ ’bout me. wouldn’t think about you.)
stop p-ssyblockin’. get a life, get a b-tch
stop p-ssyblockin’ out there, motherf-ckers
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