Kool Keith Fright Night Lyrics

[Flavor Flav]
I can't hear nuttin though
Alright, where you want me to start at?
Aiyyo you can kill the music then
Yo, check one two, check one two in the place to be
From the bottom to the T-O-P
That's right, Flavor Flav, Public Enemy
From Bronx to L.A., we don't fail
Kickin right here for 7th Veil
My man Kool Keith, H-Bomb, no jive
Yo, H-Bomb, hit 'em in the head son

[H-Bomb]
No blazes, tennis shoes and denim
Pimp I got the gators, leathers I kill 'em
Your bullshit events, don't play right
No tribute awards for Mr. Barry White
It's Guantanamo Bay, industry's gay
Hard to get rich, I don't swing that way
That switch to funny make record in Kingston
Jesus is black, tell Mel Gibson
Who wears a skirt, Sting and Dave Navarro
My strap, my money, don't lend, don't borrow
The Sunset Strip is Gaza Strip
Your clothin line is s___, H is f___in sick!
The rap game industry too quiet
Hehehehehe hah hah Atkins Diet
No backpackers pro-athlete actors
I rep for pimps, pushers, jackers
The P on the fitted I'm all for pimps
I throw ropes down for my n____z in the clink (yeahhhh boy!)
First and foremost, the industry don't want it
f___ it, I take what I want and flaunt it
I'm not vexed, they spend for s__
Who's next after Michael, f___ Funkmaster Flex

[Flavor Flav]
Yeahhhh boyee, kickin it for 7th Veil
That's right, H-Bomb (f___ the industry, f___ it)
Kool Keith (f___ the industry n____ f___ it)
Hit 'em G

[Kool Keith]
No game here, I s___ on you ill son
f___ Hollywood's best guest list
Maximum dead-a__ parties with flat-a__ Paris Hilton
My s___ shine bright with Von Dutch wipe
Jockin my gators, b____es with fake t__ties act like
they don't suck d___, can you see me under the standard light
f___ the red carpet, I'm in here with standard hype
You just at the crib on Sycamore
Your blonde c___er spaniel, my rings shine in your face
Youse a a__wipe, you basketball player nut and s______ jocker
You the givin a__ type, with the Minnesota Timberwolves
Garnett's clockin your a__ pipe
Ugly monster-face b____, you think you dressed tight
Evil b______, you make your grandmother upset
Don't flush the toilet m_________er, you tryin to start a fight
Release the s___ off my chest, get rid of the gripe
I s___ inside your grey and white Nikes
Exercise your fat stomachs, no hamburgers at Chevies
You ride them f___in bikes
Corny-a__ 42 year old player's club b____
The funky face m_________in Wanda Sykes
That baldheaded m_________er just put a weave in, on UPN
Whack-a__ tattoos above your t__ties
Your hard faced b____, you'll see me again
Like Faith Evans is the only one that sniffs
All you cocaine m_________ers in the hills
Even Vivica Fox is a ugly b____, chasin Curtis for his chips
Engineer, just put me in that mix