1. 27 Shots27 Shots

    Album: Matthew
    Release Date: 7/25/00
    Label: Threshold

Lyrics for "27 Shots"

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They try to say California is plastic
I think New York got the most plastic niggaz too
F*** all you niggaz comin' out to the Soul Train Awards
With them pop ass headsets around your ears like Britney Spears

That's some old Bobby Brown and New Edition s***
That's some old real Michael Jackson s***, I'm comin' with Crazy Vic
Let me hear you tryin' to copy my s***, f*** the impact eventually
'Cause there's a lot of corny niggaz performin' out there

Fat stomachs, make-up and eye glare, what the f*** do I care?
Niggaz with they ass out, groupies in cheap motels tryin' to f***
And crash out, m************ ain't networkin', strippers checkin' in
M************ on motorcycles, pickup trucks with license plates on 'em

Bringin' mad s*** from down South, big after parties
I'ma turn my phone off, I don't wanna shake hands, meet no-f*****'-body
Arrogant b******, no commercial s***, break your neck
Suck my dick in the world, f*** the critics, everything I make is a hit

F*** you applehead m************ tryin' to make
Some old Carribean mixed with that Trinity keyboard s***
Hip-Hop s***, that's some old Broadway musical s***
I don't even listen to that cartoon s***
Tell your A&R and his wife to get out my f*****' life

27 shots, 27 shots, 27 shots

Shut up, listen to my s*** 'cause yo cassette single is gay
Writin' that b*******, I hear on the radio by these h*** niggaz everyday
Butter soft, sissy s***, I got the real tell it like it is pissy s***
Yo s*** is some fake ass gorilla code s***, white suits, mansion yachts
Scared ass nigga doin' videos, buyin' models on some boat s***

I tell you straight G, I can't f*** with it, girls still messin' with you
Your s*** is wack, any b**** in they right mind
Shouldn't have sex with you, rusty nigga that don't use soap
I f*** around and piss all over your leather, f***** ass trenchcoat

Don't ever act hardcore, you's a suburban nigga, you get serviced nigga
You never even been in a f*****' street fight
Look at your old photo album pictures, you's a bunch of hype
Kiss my ass, nobody picked up the f*****' mic, untalented b****
Like you some wild ass, inner city kid from the projects, who's next?

27 shots, 27 shots, 27 shots

Then I really disrespect all production out there
That b******* niggaz programmin', f*** Johnny Hammond, Sonny Stitch
That s*** ain't gettin' you rich, just a packed crowd, low b******
A bunch of f*****' dicks, I'd rather see some ass
A nice club with a fat ass

And all you m************ actin' like you Jamaican
American to the core, copyin' that s*** on tour
Y'all niggaz be against speakers with your ears sore, stank ass boots
With no socks on, f*****' up the dancefloor, since when you ate codfish
And meat patties? I got cousins with Jheri curls in Caddies

27 shots, 27 shots, 27 shots

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