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pussy blockers - kool keith & kutmasta kurt lyrics

yo, what’s up? stop ringin’ the bell!
i got some girls up here taking some f*ckin’ pictures!
what the f*ck are you doing? you got some place to go? anything to do? what’s up?
stop f*cking with me. yo. stop p*ssy blocking

hey n*ggas be c*ckblockin’ when you’re tryin’ to see a b*tch
they on your d*ck, they use your juice, claim your game
use your name outta sight, they need that limelight
biggin’ theyself up, broke as f*ck for a buck

scarin’ b*tches, put your knife in, your life is trifin’
f*ckin’ my game up, tryina f*ck my name up
this sh*t is outta hand, n*ggas tryina play my hand
tellin’ b*tches my lifestyle, all this sh*t about me

they don’t know jack sh*t, but they talk the f*ck about me
keith is this, keith is that, attacks some p*ssycat
behind yo backs, schemin’ hard like a f*ckin’ rat
excuse me, what the f*ck? try your luck

where’s your f*ckin’ manners?

(stop talkin’ ’bout me. wouldn’t think about you.)
stop p*ssyblockin’. get a life, get a b*tch
(stop talkin’ ’bout me. wouldn’t think about you.)
stop p*ssyblockin’. get a life, get a b*tch
(stop talkin’ ’bout me. wouldn’t think about you.)
stop p*ssyblockin’. get a life, get a b*tch
(stop talkin’ ’bout me. wouldn’t think about you.)
stop p*ssyblockin’. get a life, get a b*tch
yeah, motherf*ckers be hangin’ around with they c*ck*blockin’ antics
f*cking yo p*ssy up, interrupting your sh*t with rude manners
disrespecting you unwelcomingly, roaches barging in your door
not calling before you come over
what the f*ck? can’t you see i’m tryina get some ass?
no. i’m doing sh*t. i’m chilling with my f*cking girl
let me do something! let me go back to my verse

i’m mature, hang myself i do this better
n*ggas sell me out to try to boost they f*ckin’ clout
operatin’ on scheme sh*t, your mack is wack, you need to quit
high school raps you pack ’em up, walk with knapsacks

no time for play sh*t, toy sh*t, circus sh*t
i’m on some naked pictures high*class service sh*t
gentlemen, mister nice, cheap pockets they pay the price
cut my throat, you off the cliff hanging off the roof

your style is comic, don’t make me have to f*cking vomit
you act so thrifty, tight n*ggas ain’t so atomic
peanuts from pathmark, your lines are from a shopping cart
and looters ain’t havin’ money, the joke’s f*cking funny

girls react and get some tingles in they ass crack
go for you puppets, your business card (???)
(stop talkin’ ’bout me. wouldn’t think about you.)
stop p*ssyblockin’. get a life, get a b*tch
(stop talkin’ ’bout me. wouldn’t think about you.)
stop p*ssyblockin’. get a life, get a b*tch
(stop talkin’ ’bout me. wouldn’t think about you.)
stop p*ssyblockin’. get a life, get a b*tch
(stop talkin’ ’bout me. wouldn’t think about you.)
stop p*ssyblockin’. get a life, get a b*tch

stop p*ssyblockin’ out there, motherf*ckers

- kool keith kutmasta kurt lyrics

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