Letras de The Voo Doo

Yeah
There′s a lot of people
They can't go outside
They can′t walk nowhere
They can't hang nowhere
All they got to do is ride around with tinted windows
And get somewhere and hide
This is Kool Keith y'all
I′m telling you the truth

See I know your type

You talk out your ass
Or wanna be gangsta mad
The voodoo heavy on you
But your karma′s bad
I'm not surprised
NBC news
Oh shit! He got killed last night
Escorted by the bodyguards
Even with the police around him

He got his cap peeled last night
Fans in shock like they didn′t know
A white girl from Boston set him up at the show
A Spanish kid walked up to him with a t-shirt
From the projects that said RSO
I say yo

The FBI retreated three Desert Eagles
And a sawed-off double barrel
I'm watching MTV with the popcorn
The commercials are off
Now the pop is on

The voodoo′s on that dude
The wack comedian that ate the wrong food
The voodoo's on that dude
The wack comedian that ate the wrong food
The voodoo′s on that dude
The wack comedian that ate the wrong food

People can't believe it

The record company's gonna sell twenty million now
Heavy promotion
Twenty zillion now
The crap table′s spinnin′
Somebody was playing slick on his format with a funny game of poker
The Riddler came in a gray Benz

The Penguin walked in the tour bus
When they got to Gotham City
Mr. Freeze was out in the Bellagio in Vegas
They didn't care what the entourages was comin′

They want the Joker
The Mad Hatter
Is waitin' on the deck for ′em
Like a Red Sox batter
With Rodriguez in the bullpen
My African witchcraft is tight
What's scary, I don′t write with a dull pen

Like some guy sucking a cock like a John Lennon fan
With a cough drop
Who spits semen up from the cocks
Like they walkin' up Bronx blocks

The voodoo's on that dude
The wack comedian that ate the wrong food
The voodoo′s on that dude
The wack comedian that ate the wrong food
The voodoo′s on that dude
The wack comedian that ate the wrong food

Comin' through the speakers with no heat
Like you grew up so bad, name a tough street
I hate suburban guys who think they urban
Coffee and donuts, the only thing they servin′
From a cartoon bedroom, man close your Incredibles curtains
Funny guys that wanna look at a man and certain
They pay to see a large condom workin'

With voodoo all over you
Huggies around your feathers
Don′t come to me with doo-doo all over you
Seven tribes surround you
You have Zulu all over you

The voodoo's on that dude
The wack comedian that ate the wrong food
The voodoo′s on that dude
The wack comedian that ate the wrong food
The voodoo's on that dude
The wack comedian that ate the wrong food

The voodoo's on that dude
The wack comedian that ate the wrong food
The voodoo′s on that dude
The wack comedian that ate the wrong food
The voodoo′s on that dude
The wack comedian that ate the wrong food