Songtexte:
Keith West

: (feat. Butch Cassidy, Keith David) [Ice Cube] Hahaha, today was a good day Know what?, sometimes I just get on my knees You know what I mean? And

Used to Love Her Buckshot with his Camp Click laced up in boots big up to Black Thought never forgot his Roots keep some Dirty Rotten Scoundrel in my stereo cant forget Bustas verse on Scenario Keith

on the grind And I'm tryin to get rich All this a mine so ya'll got some, get your wigs did My ridettes from east to west (yes) North to south, stab a

: [Kool Keith:] The introduction, format format ("I have a valid message, stand by to authenticate") Robotic contract is my verbal attack Verbal abstract

inch up the clit Can you feel me comin, yeah I usually make em shit I shines MC's up for auction So I can sell em on Saturday, Keith put the bat away

day Rick James, yeah that's me Anything less than the best is blasphemy So ask for me - when you wanna get spliffted I'm not Keith Murray but I'll Get

Granddaddy of the Midwest [Keith G] What, what, Keith G They paid to say that snappy shit, nigga that nappy shit Gone off a fifth, it's your boy, Keith

east west stuff We spent years in the studio making funky tracks Signed a bunch of niggaz with some tight ass raps It's like Father Dom, it's like Keith

Mary J. Blige, with her shades on, I could tell by her stones On the left, we have Lenny Kravitz, Puffy, Pharrell, Bus Keith Murray, Redman, hitting that