Kanye West - 2004 Tim Westwood Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1] I told her to drive over after dude crib Bring a couple new friends Them last girls was too thick How you expect me to hit? You wanna watch Clueless I wanna watch Foolish Excuse me, miss, I don't appreciate your rudeness But if you strip, I will appreciate your nudeness I heard the best head come from girls that is toothless Yeah my game ruthless, yeah my car ruthless Spit that "Through The Wire" over Chaka Khan, ruthless She said she had a friend look like Janet Jackson That b**h came over lookin' more like Freddie Jackson Nah, nah, nah, baby, won't be no time for no action I'm just gon' play this "Slow Jamz," holla at your man [Verse 2] Old school like Melle Mel Or we could go to the D where Drelle Drel Or DC, PG, or ATL Back in Chi, I mean my life like a magazine Honey wanna know the details about my ebony Well that's XXL Father penthouse, yeah that's upscale Mademoiselle got a hell of a black tail I'm feelin' the vibe, her body and soul I heard you stay in a metropolitan home Well let's k** all the pollyin', I offer you a Cosmopolitan Let's jet out the club, get some oxygen Your friends say I'm a player, you'd be lucky to keep me You know people gon' be talkin' 'bout us weekly My car be in a robbery P-O-R-T but what's more important to me is that Don't be comin' 'round my girl tryna act like Mr. Friendly And steal the spotlight like Mr. Bentley I spotted her like Spud McKenzie And for them fake b**bies, I paid them Benjis Get your own I got Paris, he got Nicky, he tried to get him a clone He said, "Ye, you know you got extra hoes And everything you do is extra cold" From the Polo fleece to the Jesus piece I got family in high places like Jesus niece Can I please say my peace? If y'all fresh to d**h then I'm deceased And this one here is a heat rock, spit like a beatbox The way the beat rocks, new version of Pete Rock But for that Benz I get CL love So I switched my girls around like 3L dub My favorite girl wanna leave me just because I got a girlfriend My freak girl told me now she's a Christian My white girl wanna move back to Michigan I'm pullin' girls off the bench like a 6th man I'm in the club pullin' the same old two step While Omegas doin' the same old Q step I had my money on my mind, I was thinkin' green She a pledge, AKA, she was pink and green I want a good girl, she want a gentleman We sayin' the same thing like a synonym I wasn't really spittin' game, I was scrimmagin' My penmanship is so hard it needs censorship I'm a Chicago win 'til Chicago wins 'Til we blow like Chicago wind I don't know what's better, gettin' laid or gettin' paid I just know when I'm gettin' one the other's gettin' away I have to say, we goin' to ma** today We have to pray, these n***as is wack and aye I have to say Since Pac pa**ed away Most these n***as don't even deserve a track from me First of all, let's get rid of them Louis Vuitton boots And get your tall a** out that C-Cla** coupe You see the whiskey, had them girls feelin' frisky You was with me, she said, "Who's your sensei?" And even if they wanna get busy And freaky like Missy and roll some weed up You'll roll 3 blunts and f** up 3 blunts Mothaf**a you would f** up a free lunch Dawg, keep it right thurr like Chingy Your girl don't like me? How long has she been gay? Spanish girls ask me, "No habla ingles" And everybody wanna run to me for their sin-glay It's funny how these wack n***as need my help Wasn't around when I couldn't feed myself Dawg if I was you I wouldn't feel myself Dawg if I was you I'd k** myself That Ethiopian chick drinkin' straight up liquor I told her I'm Nigerian, that's straight up n***a She claimed she ain't hear me on "The Bounce" with Jigga She claimed she ain't see me on the basement with Tigga Them both my n***as, I suppose I might have been doin' a lil' frontin' for the hoes When I flip flows, I rip shows And your girlfriends, can I hit those? I don't know if it's me, or do them Uggs Got girl's feets lookin' like sheepskin rugs Some rhyme with her name, some rhyme nameless Don't try to treat me like I ain't famous My apologies, are you into astrology? Cause umm... I'm tryna make it to your an*s See that's a little John Juan game All across your chest like Sean John's name n***as tryna figure out since Kan' came Who the rookie of the year: me or LeBron James? They said, "Woah don't get caught up in the hype" Ain't no tellin' they gon' love you after tonight Well if tonight's the night, pop bottles, f** models Spend moeny 'til you're broke, my n***a, live your life Cause I'm livin' international, n***a, the American dream All my dawgs is livin' vicariously through me If I get head from Drene, that's one for the team Cause 702, that's one for the crew My dawg Hip-Hop really love Claudette So if I ever get to smash, this f**'s for you I can barely drive the G5 down King Drive Cause like a Brinks truck, they know there's money inside [Intermission] I'ma take a little intermission I'ma let y'all just talk about how good I rap for a minute and I'ma come back [Verse 3] So I dropped out of school cause I'm tryna eff the tutor Her ex man drove a Mercury Cougar I hit her with this maneuver, he just couldn't recuper' I'm tryna stab one like Jack The Ripper I'm tryna stab two like Jack The Tripper My n***a Tone been locked for a minute He come home, he from the skreets, he gon' want him some skrippers And I'm a big tipper, I don't even be trippin' This my first real Rolex, it don't even be tickin' This my first pair of earrings I can wear in the shower Without 'em cloudin' up in a half an hour So that basically mean my paper gettin' jean 4 Gs in the Rocawear jeans This top red hot like Anthony Kiedis You see this? These are the sweetest Adidas We fire, y'all retire All ugly people, please be quiet Hov ain't get a beat from me in a minute He heard "Just to Get By" and I was re-hired I got a track right now that could save Mya Laughs I do though...