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Keep It Real..represent [full Orignial Version Previously Unreleased] Lyrics - Big Time - Ultra

Yeah, rappers, spread your cheeks 

Pull your panties down, take your wig off 

Let me see your bald head, that's right 

I got you on Kodak, your pictures are goin' out to 

Black Tail, you're gonna be a star, yeah 

 

I heard you quit rap, your wife went back to porno flicks 

You turned drag queen, a call girl doin' tricks 

Nighttime prostitute kid, I'ma take your loot 

I heard you queer now like Boy George blowin' flutes 

 

With high heels, you stole your mom's birth control pills 

You on some new stuff, I heard about that sex change 

You got a vagina, your grandmother think it's strange 

New eyeliner, you was flirtin' with a gay designer 

 

Your girl felt mines, and pulled off her Calvin Klein's 

I saw Tampax, gonorrhea red stop signs 

I looked at her and said, "Mmm, put your panties back on" 

Then jerked off to Foxy Brown, when her verse was on 

 

I wanna stand back and bust nuts at your butts 

Your girl is cocked up, with lollipops, doggie style 

I feel I'm dealin' with plastic, watch these fake smiles 

Yeah, meet my left and my right 

 

Keep it real, represent what? My nuts 

Keep it real, represent what? My nuts 

 

I got utensils, back up kid, yo guard your rectum 

I'm crazy out here, mental man, don't respect him 

You now in pain, your mom just had the abortion 

Big head Boo, I put some roaches on your whole crew 

 

Have you scared with crack pipes? Your family throwin' doodoo 

Wear out your welcome, your little girl sex desires 

Have you handicapped, some friends of mine blow your tires 

Like Alfred Hitchcock, the ghost stands on your block 

 

With nine mil's for drug addicts, I keep triggers cocked 

You on some methane, my witchcraft is on your brain 

Blow out your headpiece, and break out quick on the plane 

Seal up your coffins, and celebrate with champagne 

 

Get my drink, Absolut, cranberry juice 

Paranoid by rug spots, you see the purple moose 

You smokin' sherm or what? I paralyze that butt 

Lick my d-head, you girls still pee in the bed 

Yo take that wig off, yo punk let me see that, Caesar 

 

Keep it real, represent what? My nuts 

Keep it real, represent what? My nuts 

Keep it real, represent what? My nuts 

 

I gets more wreck, than [Incomprehensible] kids in baby's Pampers 

Your wife is banned for leavin' bras in my hampers 

That heffer's ugly, plastic why you still bug me 

I'm on Melrose, Nicole's takin' sun strolls 

 

Black girls with weaves, white girls with flat butts 

With the name H O M O spelled in your name 

You was a woman one time, man I know your game 

With panties stuck up, sweat leakin' in your crotch 

 

Collard greens you wet pig, you can't eat that much 

I shut you down, your whole face two o'clock 

Have your girl on sunset, in Denny's suckin' cock? 

With white pumps up, blonde wigs rottin in the trunks 

 

That homeless monkey, Barbie doll crystal junkie 

I'm no joke and have respect for your kinfolks 

Tie your tubes back, my scope is on your ass crack 

You got paid for doodoo, that package rap was wack 

Yeah yeah, you know what? Yeah 

 

Keep it real, represent what? My nuts 

Keep it real, represent what? My nuts 

Keep it real, represent what? My nuts 

Keep it real, represent what? My nuts 

 

That's right, nine, six and seven 

(Reverand Tom) 

Representin' the scrotum 

(Octagon) 

All the hairs under the testicles 

(The SharkMan) 

Lick 

(Kool Keith) 

Yeah, don't buy 'The Basement Tapes' 

Sheisty things going on, somebody's on the pipes 

Labels foldin', goin' down in ninety six 

Nobody play the records, city's out, no Tuff, Tuff, pity 

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Copyright: Reverend Tom Music;notting Dale Songs Inc.;solid Funk Music

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