The Plaques Songtext / Lyric

[K.Keith:] Yeah Harry!

[Ced Gee:] Kool Keith

[K.Keith:] We in here

[Ced Gee:] Ced Gee, uh-huh

[Ced Gee:] TR, Moe Love



[Kool Keith:]

You cats are scared to write

I can tell by the way you nibble, dash and doggie bite

You sweat in the booth, spit negative truth

with all your might, look at you scratchin for rank

I'm sorry Mr. Strongarm, I can see the way you fight

over hampster food, that's not right

Now I'ma have to urinate in your left hand

Teach you how to be polite

Stop it, stop it, you hittin me hard~!

I don't like the way you can't even play right

With gigantic pub and news hype

You walk the walk, your shoes are too tight, dinosaur metaphor

Pack in the back of your Ford Explorer






[Chorus: x2]

The plaques, 2000 gold records on the wall

Ten million people in tuxedos

Waitresses with Lamborghinis at the grand ball



[Ced Gee:]

Yeah! Check it, uhh

Now you got niggaz that talk good ones

You got niggaz that talk bad ones

Nah I ain't either/or dawg, son I just carry big guns

This rap shit? I do it for fun

Now I'm still missin my nigga Big Pun

Now I still got you corward niggaz on the run

Now I still keep 16 bars on the stash son

And if I got to spit, the average cat's career is done

Now don't be stunned, you know youse a bum

You been livin off years from my crumb

Dawg I saw your mom last night, believe me son

She swallowed all my cum, she loved every ounce

I smeared all the leftover residue on her face, then I bounced

I met my squad at the studio, we put down some heat

I know a lot of you cats don't believe me

But y'all the same cats that are scared to walk the streets



[Chorus]



[Kool Keith:]

I'm tired of people talkin what they capable of doin

The thing to leave rap quick, the table's empty in this area

What do you bring to

When I come you cancel your phone ring too

[phone ringing]



[Ced Gee:]

Uhh, yeah, uhh

I blaze spots with it, bribe cops with it

I purchase platinum things, cop rocks with it

Even iced out socks with it

Chrome with it, whips with it, dime pieces

Disposable glocks with it, I cop Crist' with it

Make flicks with it, we bustlin all the industry dawg

That's how we gettin it, we roll with it

Bling with it, flow with it

Thug life, son we reinvented it

Hit politicians with it, make sure the jury's with it

Hit the judge with it, uhh, the whole team's acquited

We circumvent the rap salary cap

Sup my accountant next, yo Ced, how you did it?



[Chorus]