Tina called, she naked over here Angie called, she naked over here Monica called, she naked over here Evelyn called, she naked over here Terry called
or nannies Girl you know, the man ain't funky But the brother is whack yo What you tell your man, girl? Feeble position wackster, what's up blackster Lyrical master
Oh yeah, Kool Keith baby Girls want you to suck them clits, they want you Girls want you to suck them tits, they want you Girls want you to suck them
in here, what you sayin in here You're playin here Like Free and Mary J. Blige, AJ look like the Predator #1 With the tec-9 in the duffel bag, I'm your competitor Bounty catcher master
New York City Want me tell you the style that's goin on right now? Girl I caught you last night You're only 19 or 20, tryin to hide Sittin in the back
New York City, we piss in it, we live in it We die, we all take shits in it New York City, we piss in it, we live in it We die, we all take shits in it
Robert Perry (Robert Perry) Bronx! (Bronx!) Manhattan (Manhattan) Queens (Queens) Staten Island (Staten Island) Brooklyn! (Brooklyn!) Across the George
We built the robot, called Voltron Who will replace the music industry in ten years We're working on him right now Everybody sound the same Everybody
Bronx, Brooklyn Queens, Manhattan Staten Island Keith in the house It ain't about the bitch with a wig like she comin' from China Y'all fronted in rented
Motherfucker I'm Kool Keith, motherfucker I'm cursin You know I'm the type of guy to piss And throw shit in your face if you're the right person I don
Whassup baby? C'mere let me feel your pussy a lil' bit Turn around, that's right Let me see that pretty ass Lean over Let me put a little grease in your
Hello? This Keith, you're all by yourself? Girl you're about to take a shower Get in the bathtub, get your back scrubbed Massagin your neck, feet rubbed
Baby, baby, you feel it, lady Can you feel it? Built to last, I'ma reduce competition Stretched like a G-string, stay in that ass Eliminate your words
Now you famous, but guess what? You can't go outside You can't walk outside, with your girl in the rain You can't walk outside, with your girl in the
s right, Kool Keith, yeah Yo, I blow them girls back Like power jets off my dick You think you quick vic Then come display your whackest shift Trick master
[Ghostface Killah] Yo, hold on, this is the way that I'm cut, right? Or why I sing, how I dipped under red lights Martini's is Ghost Deini's, stretched
Come you masters of war You that build the big guns You that build the death planes You that build all the bombs You that hide behind walls You that
Whiskey bottles, and brand new cars Oak tree you're in my way There's too much coke and too much smoke Look what's goin' on inside you Ooh that smell