Kool Keith, Mr. Wonderful - Spinning Wheels lyrics

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I'm slick boss they call me the man that
Got the clock ticked off
They say I favor Ricky Rozay
Spanish chicks call me Jose
Northern women from Denmark, Norway
Sippin' the bigger boat all day
Billy say I put the rabbit coat on Shanaynay
Collect street traps
Girls lay up in McDonald's
The rawest taste of Big Mac
Those who don't like the
Burger workin' get back
Mental progress, 50 grand
She want me to pay for the press
To go under chest less
The governor always play everything recess
Extra clean pants comin' out the cleaners
I want that re-pressed you missed the one
She didn't make my pants look right
Now I can't make my dance look tonight
8 bottles standin' next to Puff Daddy
I'm already inside
3 other chicks that's black
Gettin' out the Caddy
Shaneisha, Marina and this other
Girl named Corina kittens in the box

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As the world goes 'round look at me
I'm simply mackin' as I walk through the town
I need some cash
I need a bitch to make my ass rich
I need a bisexual hoe who's
Down to flip the switch
Because this world that I live in
Is so cold and rough
You got to watch out for these
Thugs who think that they're tough
Spinning wheels as the world
Really starts to change
And every time I look around
My bitch acting strange
Is she cheating on me? She
Might be beating on me
Help me Lord, have mercy
Can you set me free?
Cause, I'm really so depressed
And I can't decide
If I wanna see tomorrow, I'm thinking suicide
Cause, I'm a poor kid
Bastard case and my life is a waste
If you think you bad, nigga
Come and get you a taste
I'm not in shape to go through rounds
But on your ass I'll pound
Watch the spinning wheels as
The world goes 'round

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Man these bitches they fully switchin'
It ain't a cake sale mane it's a bake sale
I had a chick call me up the other day
She said "Uh you think we can go out
To uh Olive Garden to eat?"
I said Olive Garden!? I said check this
I'ma set sail cause, I'ma set you some bail
I'ma take you to Burger King, you know?
And we gon' hit the three dollar menu
One dollar for every burger and
One piece of fries
If you can't understand then I
Can't be your man
I don't know what's up with these chicks, man
They think it's a cake sale
But it's a bake sale
I seen better faces on a clock
Better legs on a table
And better butts on a cigarette
What you wanna do, bitch? Boogaloo
Barbecue or both of you?
This is your A1 yola candy cola
Black pro soldier giving up love
You understand? I'm giving up more love than
A mothafucking love connection
That's a TV show!
This rap game is real, bitch!
You know, get down, get down
You know what I'm saying? Get
Down for your crown
Cause you fucking with a mothafucka
Who been on the track and I've been around
Shouts go out to Kool Keith
Innovative Studios
My man DJ Ill Side from the trill side
Doug, High Horse Music Group
And your candy cola A1 yola black pro soldier
You know a nappy head black bitch ain't shit
I'm gon' tell you why
Cause she'll double cross you
Every mothafuckin' time
Get down, nigga and be about your cash
And stop worrying about the ass, boy
I'm out, yo like a shotgun blast
From a fuckin' 12 gauge, nigga
Can you feel me? BLAM BLAM BOOOOM