Yeah! Kool Keith
Black Sil (yeah yeah) and company!
As we party.. two-zero-zero-zero
[Kool Keith]
Step in coat check, vocal supreme sound perfect
You wack man, haven`t you heard this?
Matador king ladies swarm around me like Jon B
as I stop rappers tryin to copy Alpo(?) Rich Port(?) and AZ
My temperatures one-thousand-three
Look at these big head kids on labels tryin to MC
with a globe dome
I told you to tell that man to stay home
Tell Russell to call me with Sylvia Rhome
Gave him the gas, now he gotta pump in his ass
I don`t care if you go out with Stacey Dash
Rentin cars, you tryin to copy Nas
Sound like A.G., you ain`t my man from Cold Crush KayGee
Don`t try to play me
You never made a record with Mo Bee, and Master P
I saw you on the Greyhound bus station floor
Layin down with a doo rag on like a circus clown
Strippers keep dancin around, I`m Bronx bound
Your fans catch migraines from me doin my thang
Chorus: Kool Keith (repeat 4X)
We sweet unique Pete
Look at these ladies massagin our feet
[Black Silver]
Yeah
Yo showdown, sho` shot, double-K, flow pop
Navigate, interactive flashback
Now who nice wit it? Spit it on the block daily
Product, never shady, slang the real
Send it to backstage, flame created a rage
Mays(?) bump that in my mezzanine controller
High-roller, program, this shit jam
to quick access, asses on my lap crouches
Dip through; y`all need a piece of this mental
plus a sip of this dick in your mouth
Either that or stop sleepin, peepin the next man`s style
I elaborate on fraudulent and stick to the wild
Phone-tap, we order Ocean Spray with that
Fuji film, honey spread that
Finger the asscrack in fact I`ma bounce with that
(Yeah, bounce with that)
[Kool Keith]
Fuckin dancers back to back
Aww yeah
Chorus Two: Kool Keith (repeat 4X)
We`re sweet unique Pete
Ladies massagin our feet
