Sideline

<br>Yeah whats up whats up money<br><br>Its kool keith<br><br>You ever go to some girls house<br><br>And they act like they livin lavish<br><br>Two-thousand extreme with space chandeliers (space chandeliers)<br><br>I mean rugs<br><br>I mean just everything all over the carpet (yeah)<br><br>With updated nineteen seventy-five music playing<br><br>I pulling all your programs (all programs)<br><br>Thats right all you materialistic robots (robots)<br><br>Prepare<br><br><br><br>Verse one:<br><br>Yo I seen ya girl last night<br><br>Flat butt is wack, skinny hips<br><br>Bald head weave with the ashy lips<br><br>Wig in the back seat<br><br>With pay-less shoes on her feet<br><br>Dirty jeans<br><br>With mildew spots in the washing machine<br><br>Roommates with no place, babies crying, pissy pampers<br><br>Roaches and flies funky panties hanging out the hamper<br><br>Three big head boys, but ones got to go to school<br><br>Her youngest daughter hair braided, lookin like a fool<br><br>Empty refrigerator<br><br>Family chew up now an laters<br><br>No tv, just me there and the mc<br><br>No gas, electric work<br><br>The house smell make my head hurt<br><br>Spots on the carpet,<br><br>Station wagon at the supermarket<br><br>With stamps on deck<br><br>With beads around this girls neck<br><br>I crack a forty ounce<br><br>Watch the ants, mouses bounces<br><br><br><br>Yeah yeah<br><br><br><br>Chorus: (x4)<br><br><br><br>I bring the ruckus straight from the sideline<br><br>The year two-thousand<br><br><br><br>Verse two:<br><br>Daisy dukes with stretch marks<br><br>Her hair back in a bun<br><br>Cookin pork and beans<br><br>Some stale franks in the sun<br><br>Kids aint listenin<br><br>Little dannys got a hard head<br><br>Bugs are crawlin<br><br>Cables all smell like pee in the bed<br><br>Old clothes aint clean<br><br>The bathroom scent is all toes<br><br>Athletes feet<br><br>No door mats with water off the street<br><br>Spraying the fungus<br><br>The living room is humongus<br><br>School lunch on the floor<br><br>Baby vomit atomic, raviolis<br><br>With an old bowl of guacamole, capn crunch<br><br>No milk, chase it with some fruit punch<br><br>Dishwashing liquid<br><br>Cups of grease<br><br>I aint tryin to get whipped<br><br>Straightening combs, I think<br><br>Hair is all over the sink<br><br>Tampons in the garbage can<br><br>The house is hot<br><br>Rent no fan<br><br>Air condition is doomed<br><br>With blunt smoke is in the room<br><br>Fix all your nose snot rags<br><br>Pouring cheerios<br><br>No toilet tissue<br><br>Baby wipe, your mom left a missile<br><br>Acting fly I scoped a monkey<br><br>With my human eye<br><br>Dead up Im serious<br><br>The meatloaf aint got me curious<br><br>Dry turkey wings on the couch<br><br>The cat ate everything<br><br>You think you livin<br><br>Tryin to dress up like robin givens<br><br><br><br>Yeah yeah yeah yeah<br><br><br><br>Chorus: (x4)<br><br><br><br>Verse three:<br><br>No bills are paid<br><br>Just cabinets packed full with kool-aid<br><br>Wonder bread I throw back<br><br>Just missed over ya head<br><br>Sardines with old shrimp<br><br>Tuna fish is ludicrous<br><br>Idaho potatoes<br><br>A bag full of spoilt tomatoes<br><br>Neighbors borrow, send the kids over need sugar<br><br>Little tonikas at the door her face full of boogers<br><br>Colt forty-five on the table<br><br>A six pack of miller<br><br>Fake barbecues<br><br>Honeys walk around like gorillas<br><br>Stretch marks in action<br><br>Stomach bumps look like mumps<br><br>Popeyes chicken on the stove<br><br>With the puppy lickin<br><br>Everybody watching black and white tube tonight<br><br>No color intentions<br><br>Plastic bag hair extensions<br><br>I grab a record from rick<br><br>Play the fifth dimensions<br><br><br><br>Yeah yeah yeah yeah<br><br><br><br>Chorus: (x4)