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Kool Keith
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Girl You Know
Lyricist:Keith Thornton
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
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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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