Kool Keith - Girl You Know lyrics
[Kool Keith - Girl You Know lyrics]
(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 (L's)
Girl you know, the man ain't funky
But the brother is whack yo
Ah-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 Greico, we break neck-o
Hand your wife the peppermints
Who represents
Y'all couldn't close to me one inch
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
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 mitt-er
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
Koooooooooooooooooool, Keith, whatevah
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
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 (L's)
Girl you know, the man ain't funky
But the brother is whack yo
Ah-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 Greico, we break neck-o
Hand your wife the peppermints
Who represents
Y'all couldn't close to me one inch
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
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 mitt-er
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
Koooooooooooooooooool, Keith, whatevah
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