Space Center - Kool Keith

Space Center - Kool Keith

Альбом
Lost Masters Collection
Год
2009
Язык
`English`
Длительность
234690

Below is the lyrics of the song Space Center , artist - Kool Keith with translation

Lyrics " Space Center "

Original text with translation

Space Center

Kool Keith

Hello?

This Keith, you’re all by yourself?

Girl you’re about to take a shower

Get in the bathtub, get your back scrubbed

Massagin your neck, feet rubbed

Baby oil on your toes while you get wet to my flows

I get turned on by the belly piercing

Your little ring in your nose

Decision makin you chose

Smell my cologne, fluctuatin your clothes

Me and McBenson

Project chicks in the green S-500 with extensions

From New York to Virginia to the Pocanos

In Cancun I send you to Rio De Janeiro, Brazil

Keith ill

First man from New York City housin to have his face on a $ 30 bill

Chauffeur impressed, with sneakers on, dressed to kill

Telephone girlfriend (dressed to kill)

Telephone girlfriend (dressed to kill, dressed to kill)

Telephone girlfriend

Answer the phone honey

You lay on my chest like Max Julien, Cleopatra status

Coke bottle shape, Miss Nubian

Watch your sheer nightgown in the bathroom light

With cameltoe showin, I can tell you tight

Loose jeans don’t work, my job is to convert

Act like I don’t know the bottles are there

I can see through your shirt

While you listen to some wack MC’s turned Smokey Robinson on

No time for incoming calls, b-boys stay mad

Actin buddy and funny, walkin around for beats won’t work

Shut your status and timin

I don’t wanna have a career too extreme

But ladies think I’m Frankie Lymon

They think I’m Frankie

In the living room, on the couch and sofa

Mature female, you act older

No problem at all when I walk witchu to the mall

Circle the parking lot, you park and hot

At night you booty call, we order things from Pink Dot

Blockbuster movies, Maxim, Hustler, got you in Spike leather jackets

With tats on your stomach like a wrestler

You challenge the taste tester

Like Gomez used to kiss on Morticia, in front of Uncle Fester

Charming my dear, kissin you around your ear

Arms and palms, legs and thighs

Don’t be surprised (don't be surprised)

(dressed to kill, dressed to kill, dressed)

Telephone girlfriend

{"We're sorry, your call cannot be completed as dialed")

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