OutKast, Jazze Pha, Sleepy Brown - Bowtie lyrics

Girl you cut up (Lucius Left Foot)
Girl you know you cut up

Crocodile on my feet fox fur on my back
Bowtie 'round my neck
That's why they call me the gangsta mack
In the Cadillac, yeah crocodile on my feet
Fox fur on my back bowtie 'round my neck
That's why they call me the gangsta mack
In the Cadillac, yeah

Nasty Noompsy Knightingale
Fresh in that tuxedo
Cummerbund with no suspenders, my torpedo
You libido need to chat
(Chip, chop it up, shoot the breeze)
I'm your r-o-l-a-i-d-s
Release the squeeze or release the keys
To the shackles on her wrist
She can tackle some of this
Smack on smack on some of this Dick Tracy
Arrest her, book her, fingerprint your hooker
You took her to the club and now
Her body is full of liquor
Off that Butterscotch Schnapps and
Bailey's Irish Cream
She's a damsel in distress
Impressed with stylish things whatcha mean?
(Chip, chop it up, shoot the breeze)
In the parking lot we primp
Crooked booty to the scene, wearing

Crocodile on my feet fox fur on my back
Bowtie 'round my neck
That's why they call me the gangsta mack
In the Cadillac, yeah crocodile on my feet
Fox fur on my back bowtie 'round my neck
That's why they call me the gangsta mack
In the Cadillac

Oh, lord, how can it be so hard?
To put on a pair of panties much less
A pair of jeans or the leotard
But I got to start by
Complimenting you on your physique
You unique
You best believe I'm gon' skeet once I speak
Spoke, spit, spatter
Spat and I macked her just like that
But it takes years of perseverance and
Experience to get that cat
So why don't I chase this Hennessy
Down with some of that on your back
Like a cheerleader missing the final stack
As we strut, skip the line
Through the glass window, glance
We look fine
Right on time as we step in the place
The nursery's crunk, we've come to play

Everybody's watching cause them furs
Just hit the door
While the gator's creeping, crawling
Oh so wicked across that floor
To the VIP where we proceed to
Give you what you need
Throw your hands up if you feel me
Throw your hands up if you feel me
'Cause we well designed, like the finest wine
Feel good to be fly, so don't you ask me why
I got the ladies in line
Because they can't deny
So raise your hands to the sky
'cause we super fly

Crocodile on my feet fox fur on my back
Bowtie 'round my neck
That's why they call me the gangsta mack
In the Cadillac, yeah crocodile on my feet
Fox fur on my back bowtie 'round my neck
That's why they call me the gangsta mack
In the Cadillac, yeah