| Lyrics: | [Kool Keith]
Yeah.. so you called me last night
You was kinda confused huh?
You didn't
know what to do
All excited over these football players and baseball players
Whassup? You
lookin for a million dollars or somethin?
Man you kinda confused
Freak mode! I'ma have
sex, so let em feel
Touch my private, my thing made of steel
Shootin gizm, she ride like a
Geo Prism
I'm out in Cali, San Bernardino Valley
I'm on the hill, not North in
Peteskill
Big Willie servin, now tell me how you femmes feel
I'm in the Cadillac, drivin in
a droptop
People don't know my style, watch when they heads bop
I'm on the highway, girls
pull em down my way
Credit cards and checks, man she get paid on Friday
The woman's out, the
Phantom pushin more clout
I'm watchin ? with Sam, drinkin Guinness Stout
Bourban booze,
green alligator shoes
Union comissioned sex, government intelligence
What you see girl, that
Benz is irrelevant
Materialistic, ugly man is plastic
No class, in a suit, cost rather
cheap
Got the nerve to blow the horn and he try to beep
Interfere, in my spot, and he's
comin here
She's in the white boots, breathin in my ear
Chorus: Kool
Keith
Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt (4X)
[Kool Keith]
No
affections, condom style, I got no yeast
Worldwide trunk funk, no jazz on the East
Breakin
honies down, mackin here to Petersberg
Virginia Slim, turn the freaks out in Lynchburg
With
brown bootie, Joe Smith, hit from Pittsburgh
The right player, even if I choose odds
Let me
shuffle jackpots, women pick the cards
Your hydraulic butt, bounce like a six-trey
I'm on
the case, jealous man steppin in my way
Hot pursuit, why she play her |
