[kool keith]   They try to say california is plastic   I think new york got the most plastic niggaz too   Fuck 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 shit   That’s some old real michael jackson shit   I’m comin with crazy vic   Let me hear you tryin to copy my shit      Fuck the impact eventually   Cause there’s a lot of corny niggaz performin out there   Fat stomachs, make-up and eye glare   What the fuck do I care?    Niggaz with they ass out   Groupies in cheap motels tryin to fuck and crash out   Motherfuckers ain’t networkin   Strippers checkin in - motherfuckers on motorcycles   Pickup trucks with license plates on ’em   Bringin mad shit from down south   Big after-parties i’ma turn my phone off   I don’t wanna shake hands, meet no-fuckin-body, arrogant bastard   No commercial shit, break your neck, suck my dick in the world   Fuck the critics everything I make is a hit   Fuck you applehead motherfuckers tryin to make some old   Carribean mixed with that trinity keyboard shit   Hip-hop shit, that’s some old broadway musical shit   I don’t even listen to that cartoon shit   Tell your a&r and his wife to get out my fuckin life      27 shots! {*blam blam blam*}   27 shots! {*blam blam blam*}   27 shots! {*blam*}      Shut up; listen to my shit cause yo’ cassette single is gay   Writin that bullshit I hear on the radio by these homo niggaz everyday   Butter soft sissy shit   I got the real tell it like it is pissy shit   Yo’ shit is some fake-ass gorilla code shit   White suits mansion yachts scared-ass nigga   Doin videos buyin models on some boat shit   I tell you straight g I can’t fuck with it   Girls still messin with you; your shit is wack   Any bitch in they right mind shouldn’t have sex wit you   Rusty nigga that don’t use soap   I fuck around, and piss all over your leather faggot-ass trenchcoat   Don’t ever act hardcore   Youse a suburban nigga, you get serviced nigga   You never even been in a fuckin street fight   Look at your old photo album pictures - youse a bunch of hype   Kiss my ass, nobody picked up the fuckin mic   Untalented bitch like you some wild ass   Inner-city kid from the projects - who’s next?       27 shots! {*blam blam blam*}   27 shots! {*blam blam blam*}   27 shots! {*blam*}      Then I really disrespect all production out there   That bullshit niggaz programmin, fuck johnny hammond   Sonny stitch, that shit ain’t gettin you rich   Just a packed crowd, low bitches, a bunch of fuckin dicks   I’d rather see some ass, a nice club with a fat ass   And all you motherfuckers actin like you jamaican   American to the core, copyin that shit on tour   Y’all niggaz be against speakers with your ears sore   Stank ass boots with no socks on, fuckin up the dancefloor   Since when you ate codfish and meat patties?    I got cousins with jheri curls in caddies      27 shots! {*blam blam blam*}   27 shots! {*blam blam blam*}   27 shots! {*blam blam blam*}