Painite

[Verse 1: Lil Keith]
Time to switch sides, switch notes and turn pages
Struck men out for the effect of oppressive ages
And after the show I got to fuck, we dirty
Sometimes it comes to an end, maybe it's time to be
Then lay it low for a week or four
I seen an Island one I felt I seen before
You have no idea what it's finna be
Fast hotties, wanted posters in the lobby
Its gotta be demons with mental telepathy
My eardrums ache to hear a symphony of sympathy
But don't go barking by my ties you better hush puppy
All over Vegas whether on the train or a Porsche buggy
Buff me up and hear me shine
Yo I keep it in my waste line
Man i'm changing to the dark state of mind
Poppin so many shots and never been fined
You better prepare young druggies in your SUV buggies
The sound sheets are lovely, its beat bumping and beach buddies
Sound winners when I swarm with spawn to the sound comers
Bugs Bunny who out foxes, all of the blunted gun runners
Much love to thugs, that sacrifice they life
Yo, Troy Woods out here bout to fuck somebodies wife

[Intro: Troy Woods]
Ay Lil Keith what's up?
It's finally good to be back here man
Got my old mic and everything I'm bout to spit some bars for y'all man

[Verse 2: Troy Woods]
Short circuit circulating with each breath
Whose YRNK? I'll beat that bitch to death
Anyone who looked up to you, would have to pay
The police man, breaks laws and they walk away
Feelin on your girl while bumpin a slow jam
They say I lucked up to get where I am
Keep the skies clean while i keep my styles fresh
Our Motley Crew of artists just seem to mesh
Talk to me foul, I'll clap the steel
And that's how I truly feel, hell yeah i'm for real
They better be quick like Sharon Stone
Keith was in jail once, was never on the telephone
And running off his lip, instead of up lifting
Rate of written symmetrics for power profits fit shifting
Now you souped cuz you slithered up the totem pole
Money gots to chill 'cause I'm on parole
Did your Roots concert for free show
Only you can hear the high in my hello
Fucked your daughter last night her ass felt like jello
Skating east bound on Yoruba Linda Blvd
No hip hop lines to make me sound fucking hard