Ultramagnetic MC’s - Smack My Bitch Up lyrics

A yo Keith, you know where we come from
Girls are nice, they know how to act
But, I notice on Earth, if
You treat a girl right, you know
They try to play you
And act like they all that
So what should I do about this, my brother?

Ced, all of 'em ain't like that
But, you know what I do
With the ones that are? Oh man!

("Smack my bitch up", "Like a pimp")

Yo I know what you mean, but uh
Yo just like further elaborate it

Ah fuck it, I'm like Steve the Wildman
Fuck the bitch that has no style man
A mega-pimp, the biggest pimp in New York
Everywhere I go, you follow where I walk
On Madison, I pull a ho with my gold voice
And show her my mansion
My custom Rolls Royce
I'm large, let me call up the President
Or Michael Jackson, or Frank Sinatra
With two hundred million dollars
Baby I got ya
A hot dog, now take a Coke and a frank
And if you think I'm a fool
What the fuck do you think that
You thought like Nellie, with a big belly
Walking around smelling pissy and smelly
Giving it all you got
Trying to work and jerk
Flirt, berserk, you ain't fly
Because a fly has wings, and I'll swat 'em
Urinate on 'em and warn 'em twice
To step to the next man
You got that problem from your ex man
Billy Joe, Pickle Peter and Bob
I'm not a scrambler, a pickpocket, a thief
I just max at Hunt's Point
And clock on the East smack my bitch up


See that's all you had to do, Ced
That's all you gotta do, I'm telling you
Word

So, it's that easy? Yo I kinda
Know what you talking about, keith
I think I do, but uh, bust this
And sum it up with just one verse, ? Ultra
Just listen, listen, listen!

So if a bitch try to play me like a dum dum
All she'll get is a face full of cum cum
Cum cum's sticky, wet and drippy
A face full of hickies, she'll never kiss me
Cause when you try to jerk me, you lose
I haven't got time for that so I choose
To get a quick nut, wearing a jimmy hat
Charge you a fee cause Ced Gee is a mega mack
Gamma pimping the bitches who haven't got
A clue how to live when you
Treat 'em right from the start
So bust this, trust this, justice
If the bitch ain't shit you must get
Even like me, cut her off or train her right
If you can choose
You must whip her every night
All jokes aside, Ced Gee, I'm not having this
I got no time for games, I'd rather get
Money and money, and then more money
Ced Gee ain't no dummy
And you'll never run me
I'mma shoot the gift, cut the riff
A girl ain't legit? I'mma smack the bitch


Yeah, that's what you had to do
That's all you had to do, man
That'll relieve a lot of the problem
You had to smack the bitch

Yo man, you's a sick brother man, you know
That's how I feel, but you know what?
I like this smacking the bitch thing
You know what
Why don't you tell me some more about this

Now let me see now
How much I got in my stash?
One million, 20 million, 30 million
40 million hmm, I'll never marry an ass
Fuck it, let's take a ride on the cruise
Go out to Puerto Rico and drink some booze
Quatorze, freaky dominant chocha
With all the spanish rice and beans from Goya
I'm chilling, like the motherfucking mack and
Furs and diamonds, the bundles I'm packing
Small to large, I'm coming so gigantic
Sailing across, stepping down the Atlantic
A mega-pimp, pushing hoes like records
Up and down, side to side, North and South
East to West, coming out fresh
Like I'm oxygen now you see who rocks again
Time and time I gotta circle the blocks again
Pick up the bitch with the heavier cash flow
Stop and go, keep my bank and my stash though
Rhymes to move on, flowing to Hollywood
Shake up the boulevard
And then they say how you could
Pull up in eight cars, a truck and a bus
"You must be crazy, man!"
(Hey, you fucking with us?) going mega-pimp
Hanging out with the government
Paying my taxes, and thinking intelligent
For the upscale, 20 billion a day
Smack my bitch up