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    Kool Keith

    Girl You Know

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    Добавлена 20 февраля 2008 пользователем AND1

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    You know the outcome
    Girl, you know the game and when you start to run
    Who is this new guy? Thinkin' he's funky
    He ain't nothin', girl, you know
    Rappers who freestyle forever
    Can't afford to buy a cup of cocoa, admire my leather
    Your girl get wetter, touchin' my custom made chains
    Your lip gloss on my Italian sweater
    I know you hate me already, go debate me with Freddie
    DJ's gonna act like little feminine in more places
    Bought the high heels, on the hard concrete
    Remove your women's bra, feel chest
    Wipe your eyeliners off your baseball cap
    The Starter jacket don't match yo' faces
    You put the thongs on, move your panty protectors in the right places
    Terror in America, feel my drama, defecate on your baby's momma
    I sport the real gators, Lou Casey and Tony Llama
    Y'all act like divas with a flat ass like Madonna
    Party whereabouts, don't ask me
    Hold your Zippendales, this ain't Chippendales
    Y'all Flippendales, move slow like snails
    Thongs show your girl's tails, y'all blaze L's
    Girl you know, the man ain't funky
    But the brother is whack yo
    What you tell your man, girl?
    Remington blows with shells
    Big Hank movin' dank comin' up the road with a full tank
    Make your girl buy another drink
    Joe Grieco, we break neck-o, hand your wife the peppermints
    Who represents y'all can't close to me one inch
    Y'all need to sit down on the wood like Johnny Bench
    Y'all know the Borden family, your fiance drive a Camry
    Your hype man name is Annie
    Your producer in the background wear the black panties
    No time for the clean up service 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, asshole plaster
    You a known hitter, with the first base glove
    Your mom with the catcher's mitter
    Pamper for your babysitter
    Foul smells, your house smell like cat litter
    Don't get bitter, I move and get rid of
    Can't flow average, maverage
    Rabid food, vegetable particles, final cabbage
    You got the nerve to rap like you live in Paris
    Standard reels, I clown dummies
    When your first advance is in your deal
    Stage level, stiff with no skills
    A bird with beak and bills
    I crush you from New York
    All the way out to Hollywood Hills
    Girl you know, the man ain't funky
    But the brother is whack yo
    What you tell your man, girl?
    Kool Keith, whatever, like rappers say
    Like Big Daddy Kane say rappers steppin' to me
    They wanna get some, you know the outcome
    You wanna get some, you know the outcome
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