[Kool Keith] Yeah.. so you called me last night You was kinda confused huh? You didnt 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! Im in the set, so let em feel Touch my private, my thing made of steel Shootin gism, she ride like a Geo Prism Im out in Cali, San Bernardino Valley Im on the hill, not North in Peekskill Big Willie servin, now tell me how you pimps feel Im in the Cadillac, drivin in a droptop People dont know my style, watch when they heads bop Im on the highway, girls pull em down my way Credit cards and checks, man she get paid on Friday The womans out, the Phantom pushin more clout Im watchin him 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 hes comin near Shes 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 infections, 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 sixtrey Im on the case, jealous man steppin in my way Hot pursuit, why she play herself? Get the boot Actin like Troop, he say he signed with a group He wrote for Babyface, did songs, toured with Snoop .. lyin to you to get through Droppin them old lines, his breath smell like doodoo I got a style if a brother wanna know Smokin that stank blunt, you still sniffin blow Nose runnin on time with green slime Step in the club, I throw urine on your mind Big Luciano, diamond rings on the grand piano Girls flock and guys hop on the other jock Im in a twodoor, with bass comin through your block Sound kicks, I got the fly broads in the mix California butt, MCs suckin more what Like Gerald LeVert, you try to make it work Jheri Curl Jones, spendin cash on a skirt Plan to win, whassup with Uncle Ben? Brother is slab, fatback bacon Still fakin, his voice chords achin You know Im perplex, exotic on Ampex Dogstyle champ, hittin booty for butt sex I cant disguise myself like Michael Jackson The flasher, are you ready for action? Chorus Kool Keith Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt 3X Make up your mind, who you want to pump it [Kool Keith] I got a summons, my clothes is off, Im buttnaked In a discotechque, dont tell me ladies cant take it Just to have my drawers in a overcoat My El Dorado lean, the black Caddy float Down the hill with Frankie Dolla Bill Honies in red zone, tell me how them drawers feel Suckin on the hippie, on the Mississippi Econo Lodge, a cheap way to get a quickie Five and five, equal ten Add twenty up, Im back in the spot again Blowin it up, I drop my own bomb Two big green mitts, and tails on my arm You in my way my man, yo B excuse me I didnt call your girl, why accuse me? I think youre insecure, not sure If your girlfriends home, if shes knockin at my door Back in your ride, no apartment, no place to wash You cant clean, tell em black He dont know yet, my discipline, how to act Stack with fume, and twentyfour flicks You cant win, takin shots like the Knicks Im old enough with skills to be your daddy Go ask grandma, your freaky Aunt Sally Pretty woman standin there with a ugly man I dont wanna shake his hand Chorus Kool Keith Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt 6X Make up your mind, who you want to pump it
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