Side Line Dr. Dooom

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