Kool Keith - You Know You Want It lyrics

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Kool Keith - You Know You Want It lyrics

[Kool Keith] Girls, I'm slappin 'em up Pimp smackin 'em up, anger management President, better than ediment{?} Sweetness by slickness you with this You witness the lonely the misfits On them place and table servin 'em biscuits But kisses delicious My swiftness fills statistics linguistics You think I'm Bone Bone Bone Bone Bone Bone Bone How many, comin at me Startin G, ladies excuse me Player I beg your pardon G I'm harder G, astrology dodgin me when I'm rum pum pum pum.. Make me the sergeant see From the coast, and pot roast, I load furs And them diamonds and them pearls on them coats, I will boast Be braggin, not draggin Flowin on the spoon like Daggen-Hanz The Nova is comin over, I'm Cas' See the pimp of nature under the table With broads by the side I will hate'cha From Singapore and Malaysia When the last time you pulled your f** out The other players claimin pimp that wanna trick off What they a**ssk, me, ask Whitefolk and Pimpin' Ken I bring it around and let you taste it [Chorus: repeat 2X] We comin up big doggy, we playin it big homey No n***az just chicks around me all we want is a** and money We combin the streets, droppin our work all day and night They know we pimps cause the chicks always play us tight [H-Bomb] 'Bout comin up pickin up paper, it's the H you know it's me You soakin up game, but you lame, shame on he not me Peepin on what we wear and, steppin on checks we clearin Tryin to look and act like us so his cash we start sharin You movin too slow man, you fallin in love man You don't know pimpin is the only thing to know man Double back double up on the paper that I'm musclin Put it out doin my dirt checkin my work, paper keep comin in Don't be so mad homey, you too uptight n***a I know the pimps and pushers strippin up pickin up dollars I'm holdin on to my dough, I'm plannin to stick yo' flow I'm lookin to ho through pimpin choose I'm keepin up all her dough You know the chicks go, out watch the chips fall The money I bank it I don't give a f** 'bout none of y'all [Chorus]