Kanye West - Hockey Kitty lyrics

[Intro] (Your name is) General Charles Hamilton (Ah, you're a general, okay) (I wanna sing my song, called) Hockey Kitty It go [Hook] Cool cat, cool cat Walkin' downtown Walkin'-walkin' downtown Walkin' downtown with the Cool cat, cool cat Walkin' downtown Walkin'-walkin' downtown Walkin' downtown with the Cool cat, cool cat [Verse 1] It's Charles now Who's that too bad chick on his crown? I meant mine, but I hit jaws when I'm around So, in this talk, (get off the ground) Anyway, 5-foot and an even digit She told me her identity, I didn't even get it She reminded me like (fool) Kindly, she amused me Like, fine, she's not a groupie I'm not wack, though She know the game's rules But I don't claim j**els I just be (lookin' like) cool n***as (lookin' like) fools Meanwhile, I be lookin' bright All the haters stay (lookin') tight And she be lookin' like a Smurf, cool Sonic and Smurfette, way too much blue Stay cuttin' school Took her on a date, yeah, we cruise Barnes and Noble, wait for the news She said she was datin' some dude It must be because I gave her a break from the tool I said, "How you doin'?" She said, "Great, how are you?" Didn't go that way, but it's cool She knew she was with the [Hook] She had a coffee, I had a frappuccino I was stuntin', told the cashier to crack a C-note She was readin' some deep sh**, I read manga Eyes open for her, I can read danger Like VH1 gave the b**h a book deal Amazing sh**, when you playin' with the good feelin' She looks so good, not revealin' Wish I had a whip, so I could pop the ceilin' But I got nine cars, get it? I been the underground Andretti for a minute Did I have my Nikes on, or my Vans? This song should make her dance From her pants to her thong Hopin' wifey don't cancel my bong Fans get along when I jam to the horns Holdin' hands like holdin' hands isn't wrong Ladies wanna glance, I'm like, "Damn, what's wrong?" I'm just the [Hook] Blu knows Next stop was Uno Couldn't keep my hands off her, too close! Like dialon, she put a smile on My face, with just sweats and no nylons Wish she could call her friend, we get our tie on But that's two left, and she's on my right arm Goodnight, mom, it's time to bomb Ha Got the nine And I'm 'bout to straight co*k back and fire my arm I don't know what I'm talkin' about, but I'm timin', so [Hook]