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letra de steven and billy - plastic little

[jonthousand]
everybody from the 215, get live
put them up, get high, people look fly tonight
you might die tonight
your b-tch might punch you in the eye tonight
yo, one and to the two and it’s too hot
i got pretty purple pills in my tube socks and
they’ll make your boo lose her tube top and
when the beat drops when, uh, the beat drops
it gets real crazy like christmastime in haiti
babies throwing hand grenades at your escalade
me i’m in the a.c., watch on the tv
tell a b jet ski, new delhi selling weed
that’s me in the yellow pelle pelle
with the mink sleeves and the pink weave
drinking alize but really that’s a dream, homie
i’m on the stoop with my cousin two scoop
and two scoop is f-cking crazy, dude
he’ll shoot you in the tooth
because you’re on the same sidewalk as him
big shot the side talk for the broad street king
luke skywalker motherf-ck anakin
you’re like a mannequin
my hand’s in your girl’s pants again
and you’re panicking
give crack like ceramic in
you’s a b-tch homie, a little b-tch

[packofrats]
let’s party like it’s 1999
let’s party like the death star just blew up
let’s party like your cousin came home from the slammer
while he was in jail he got better grammar
let’s party like it’s ’91, you’re mc hammer
everybody loves you, b-tches want to f-ck you
coca-cola wants you to do a jiggaboo dance
just to sell some soda cans, man

[no body’s child]
turn it up, turn it up, it’s a party gone nuts
but you don’t know nuts unless you f-cking us
big nuts, plastic fantastic, bang it on your forehead (gun clappin’)
your man slip and pick him up, he might get stepped on
now p-ss me a drink ’cause i drink when i rap and i rap when i drink
crash this party like it ain’t a f-cking thing
right off a cliff and i hope you can swim i’m-a sing
marco! (polo!) marco! (polo!)
oh no! nbc done did it again
if you b-tches need a friend, hit me up
215-805-765-zer-oh
oh no, no he didn’t, yeah i did
i ain’t got no kids
i hate them, f-ck them, bake them
better yet, just scr-pe them
before i gotta hear them begging for new kicks and t-shirts
that sh-t hurts my pockets
and b-tches like to eat out
story of my life, you could put it in a spoken word
it all sounds the same, just some lame
n-gg-s and lame b-tches saying the same thing
but he’s so educated!
and she’s just trying to uplift her people!
nbc, why you hating?
’cause i hate when a n-gg- act like he’s gonna rap and don’t rap
if it’s so important, n-gg-, put it between that boom

[packofrats]
but the sad fact is most rap kids lack this
fantastic planet rap draftsmanship
crash, p-ss that sh-t
so i can get blunted like a motherf-cker
we’re doing this right down to the quick so
[switching to “gin and juice” beat]
may i kick a little something, for the hipsters
where the f-ck is my pager
i wrote a cute rap and my cute rap goes like this:
[switching to “dwyck” beat]
cocaine was a popular drug and it still is
i get more props and stunts than bruce willis
a poet like chuck bukowski, i’m so rowdy
plus when the liquor’s in me, you can’t stop me
[back to main beat]
security’s like “y’all need to calm down and turn it down a notch”
n-gg-, back up and watch out
i’m getting throwed then thrown out, uh huh
yeah, that’s the m.o. no doubt, word up
what’s the ammo, so co, i hit you with arrow
like my name is legolas
so don’t touch the chain or i’ll spit in your face
step out of place, i’ll throw your momma out the train
2 into the 1 and 1 into the 2
my name is jason musson dog, who the f-ck are you
2 into the 3 and 3 into the 4
i came to the party and i left with your wh-r-
4 into the 5 and 5 into the 6
my name is packofrats and you can suck my d-ck
7 to the 8 and 8 into the 9
you feeling bad, i’m feeling fine
all because i grind for mine, i’m on my grustle
(switch to a more conversational style)
ok, you s-xy motherf-ckers in the crowd
i know you love that plastic little sound
but right now i’m about to take you back to the motherland
so sing with me, feel it in your heart
here we go, oh, oh
hee lo weh ho [continues with other pseudo-african sounds]
peace, y’all
(get the f-ck out of my house!)
no! (get out!) naw man. we live here

- plastic little

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