Kool Keith, Mr Klutch, Kidmiddi - Classy lyrics
[Kool Keith, Mr Klutch, Kidmiddi - Classy lyrics]
(Lil bit closer)
You know how I do dis (closer)
Lampin out, coolin out
Girl you know I’m big headed
Souped up to d T
D Grammy Awards watch me repeat it
George Kooney award
Just me an ma rhymes kiss
Like Rihanna and Chris
You know I do dis for breakfast
D waiters gotta have butter on ma grit's
Gave the greatest day starter kit's
They be got d mom I miss
Livin up in d grand high like lil Rich
The maze know us elders
Most rappers tryin to come up
From the bottomless pit
When I hear em thay all saying ma shh
The man who love Toni Braxton mother
Charge MCs to see me man
You gotta pay a cover
Sittin in d Cadillac 16 wit Magnum rubbers
Yo girl prepare supper
Soul food back out, they
Outta style they old, see they old school
Yea, ah ha, they be classified
All d money I been gettin
All d places I’d invented yea, we classified
All the females I be touchin
The topics been discussin yea we classified
Classified, classified
Yea, they all been a lie
Here lil boy, here’s yo pacifier
Yea, yea but I’m classified, classified
The way I’m feelin, matches no other feelin
Livin d high life
What you thinkin bout gettin
Coppin a lamborghini I’m hopin
They never see me, broke
Unless they hear it from me on ma first CD
Girl hey your beauty
Beauty is such a blessin
Never thinkin bout leavin
I know it’s outta d question
I’m gone, I told you I’m on
But she comin with me, ridin so swiftly
Don’t wanna press no brakes but
We can get shifty switch gears
An now we end up at d hotel girl
I’m out d hood so I spend
It on ma hotel floor come an take you on a
Ride shorty don’t let go don’t let go
Closer! (closer, closer, closer, closer)
You know how I do dis (closer)
Lampin out, coolin out
Girl you know I’m big headed
Souped up to d T
D Grammy Awards watch me repeat it
George Kooney award
Just me an ma rhymes kiss
Like Rihanna and Chris
You know I do dis for breakfast
D waiters gotta have butter on ma grit's
Gave the greatest day starter kit's
They be got d mom I miss
Livin up in d grand high like lil Rich
The maze know us elders
Most rappers tryin to come up
From the bottomless pit
When I hear em thay all saying ma shh
The man who love Toni Braxton mother
Charge MCs to see me man
You gotta pay a cover
Sittin in d Cadillac 16 wit Magnum rubbers
Yo girl prepare supper
Soul food back out, they
Outta style they old, see they old school
Yea, ah ha, they be classified
All d money I been gettin
All d places I’d invented yea, we classified
All the females I be touchin
The topics been discussin yea we classified
Classified, classified
Yea, they all been a lie
Here lil boy, here’s yo pacifier
Yea, yea but I’m classified, classified
The way I’m feelin, matches no other feelin
Livin d high life
What you thinkin bout gettin
Coppin a lamborghini I’m hopin
They never see me, broke
Unless they hear it from me on ma first CD
Girl hey your beauty
Beauty is such a blessin
Never thinkin bout leavin
I know it’s outta d question
I’m gone, I told you I’m on
But she comin with me, ridin so swiftly
Don’t wanna press no brakes but
We can get shifty switch gears
An now we end up at d hotel girl
I’m out d hood so I spend
It on ma hotel floor come an take you on a
Ride shorty don’t let go don’t let go
Closer! (closer, closer, closer, closer)