Sideline Lyrics by Dr. Dooom

Sideline Lyrics

    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

    Yeah yeah

    Chorus: (x4)

    I bring the ruckus straight from the sideline
    The year two-thousand

    Verse two:
    Daisy dukes with stretch marks
    Her hair back in a bun
    Cookin pork and beans
    Some stale franks in the sun
    Kids ain't listenin
    Little danny's got a hard head
    Bugs are crawlin
    Cables all smell like pee in the bed
    Old clothes ain't clean
    The bathroom scent is all toes
    Athlete's feet
    No door mats with water off the street
    Spraying the fungus
    The living room is humongus
    School lunch on the floor
    Baby vomit atomic, raviolis
    With an old bowl of guacamole, cap'n crunch
    No milk, chase it with some fruit punch
    Dishwashing liquid
    Cups of grease
    I ain't tryin to get whipped
    Straightening combs, i think
    Hair is all over the sink
    Tampons in the garbage can
    The house is hot
    Rent no fan
    Air condition is doomed
    With blunt smoke is in the room
    Fix all your nose snot rags
    Pouring cheerios
    No toilet tissue
    Baby wipe, your mom left a missile
    Acting fly i scoped a monkey
    With my human eye
    Dead up i'm serious
    The meatloaf ain't got me curious
    Dry turkey wings on the couch
    The cat ate everything
    You think you livin
    Tryin to dress up like robin givens

    Yeah yeah yeah yeah

    Chorus: (x4)

    Verse three:
    No bills are paid
    Just cabinets packed full with kool-aid
    Wonder bread i throw back
    Just missed over ya head
    Sardines with old shrimp
    Tuna fish is ludicrous
    Idaho potatoes
    A bag full of spoilt tomatoes
    Neighbors borrow, send the kids over need sugar
    Little tonika's at the door her face full of boogers
    Colt forty-five on the table
    A six pack of miller
    Fake barbecues
    Honeys walk around like gorillas
    Stretch marks in action
    Stomach bumps look like mumps
    Popeye's chicken on the stove
    With the puppy lickin
    Everybody watching black and white tube tonight
    No color intentions
    Plastic bag hair extensions
    I grab a record from rick
    Play the fifth dimensions

    Yeah yeah yeah yeah

    Chorus: (x4)

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