Kool Keith - Drugs Lyrics
(Back in the 70's, it was all about drugs..)Tie my arm up at night between showsTakin soda tops off of soda popsI used to be up all night in the living roomsmokin a lot of weed with the Four TopsMakin collect calls back home to my popsMy little brother said, "Keith - you need to stop!"I knew something was wrongwhen I gave away my VHS and sold a pair of my socksThe IRS callin me, gettin on my nerve, I was warned by Redd FoxxMy girl, "Keith you seen my diamond rings in the jewelry box?"I don't know; last night you and Chaka Khan was in here sniffin blowI was in the room sweatin thinkin about the rent playin bingoThe landlord said the first of the month, we gotta goPacked up my bag and met Darryl Strawberry in the mallI told James Brown stop smokin angel dust and the pis-talHe wanted to go up to the Olive Garden and start a resteraunt brawl"Mary J. Blige, my son don't accept them type of phone calls"I can't come out tonight, my Bic lighter don't lightI heard you and K-Ci in the backgroundI'm screamin did the cops come and break up the fight?All the crack and the drugs, make me feel, the way I feelAll the crack and the drugs.. drugs..All the crack and the drugs, make me feel, the way I feelAll the crack and the drugs..Freebasin eighteen pounds of coke with Marvin GayePut that on the table, let's parlaywith Smokey Robinson and Bootsy, lightin aluminum foilWatch that crack pipe boilWith Richard Pryor we burned the house down gettin higherDon't think I'm bluffinMeet Tommy Lee Curtis, Keith Richards, Eddie Kingwards and David RuffinRick James was in the kitchen lightin the flameand Mousey's trapped with Cuba Gooding Sr.I don't want nobody to know my nameI kept glasses on it was a damn shameLosin weight, fallin out in big arenasThe same guy who used to deal to medeals to Whitney and Bobby, meet Ike and TinaEvery Saturday mansions was packed, "Hey Jimmy you got the smack?"Shut up!You don't know how to actAll the crack and the drugs, make me feel, the way I feelAll the crack and the drugs.. drugs..All the crack and the drugs, make me feel, the way I feelAll the crack and the drugs..Crystal methane.. and heroin and quaaludes..A relapse, of your mindAngel dust, ecstasy, sniffin coke baby..got the best of me-heee-heeeee..I got rits, withdrawals, my symptoms of painRush me to the hosss-pi-tallll..Oooh, ooh babyGet this monkey off of MY MY MY BACK!And get him off of meGet the monkey off my BACK! Baby!Get the monkeyAnd get the monkey off my back now..
