The Shabba-Doo Conspiracy Chino XL (Ft. Kool Keith)
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[Intro: Kool Keith]
Yes! As we interrupt
For sisters out there ovulating
Brothers out there... doing private things
Let's get busy!
[Verse 1: Chino XL]
I be the receiver, of strange mind patterns
No type of compassion, endless my though process
Hits like a dark cavern, I was bred of toxic parents
Embryonic stages underdeveloped fetal pages that I burnt like phasers
Releasing human excrements on you like Tawana Brawley
Thinking to myself like Pee Wee Herman caught jerking off
I wish nobody saw me, wishing I could hide vibe Kool Keith we spark this
We step on stage emcees dissapear like the rain forest
So when I rocks again get oxygen get cameras on
No telling diverse curse selling I'm reversed like Hammer son
Mental capacity, hindered like I'm Forrest Gump
Bu-dump, for your trunk
Get you hooked like crack hooked Humpty Hump
I catch the *real* with more sick humor than Benny *Hill*
I slap you up and make you *feel* what DeVon *feel*
You cry like Dice Clay, like Kunta Kinte I gets loose
You blowin up's a fucking dream like the gang truce
[Chorus]
[Keith] Gangstas flop, they go pop like Shabba-Doo
[Chino] They be perpetrating live, like they wild on the avenue
[Keith] Gangstas flop, they go pop like Shabba-Doo
[Chino] But they signed they lives away, now they don't know what to do
[Keith] Gangstas flop, they go pop like Shabba-Doo
[Chino] I catch 'em perpetrating streets over beats when they through
[Keith] Gangstas flop, they go pop like Shabba-Doo *echoes*
Yes! As we interrupt
For sisters out there ovulating
Brothers out there... doing private things
Let's get busy!
[Verse 1: Chino XL]
I be the receiver, of strange mind patterns
No type of compassion, endless my though process
Hits like a dark cavern, I was bred of toxic parents
Embryonic stages underdeveloped fetal pages that I burnt like phasers
Releasing human excrements on you like Tawana Brawley
Thinking to myself like Pee Wee Herman caught jerking off
I wish nobody saw me, wishing I could hide vibe Kool Keith we spark this
We step on stage emcees dissapear like the rain forest
So when I rocks again get oxygen get cameras on
No telling diverse curse selling I'm reversed like Hammer son
Mental capacity, hindered like I'm Forrest Gump
Bu-dump, for your trunk
Get you hooked like crack hooked Humpty Hump
I catch the *real* with more sick humor than Benny *Hill*
I slap you up and make you *feel* what DeVon *feel*
You cry like Dice Clay, like Kunta Kinte I gets loose
You blowin up's a fucking dream like the gang truce
[Chorus]
[Keith] Gangstas flop, they go pop like Shabba-Doo
[Chino] They be perpetrating live, like they wild on the avenue
[Keith] Gangstas flop, they go pop like Shabba-Doo
[Chino] But they signed they lives away, now they don't know what to do
[Keith] Gangstas flop, they go pop like Shabba-Doo
[Chino] I catch 'em perpetrating streets over beats when they through
[Keith] Gangstas flop, they go pop like Shabba-Doo *echoes*
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