[Kool Keith:]

See, it's not for everybody

But New York got these certain type of girls

See I'm not the problem

You don't put Keith in your mouth

You look mad, your face poked out

And I can't understand that



Girl you goin out every night with a twisted face

Lookin in the club for a husband

Baby you're disturbed and buggin, turnin off every man you meet

Your datin game is weak

Lookin for Mr. Right, Mr. See-Through, Mr. Light

Hussy you don't know everything, your mind stuck on some big wedding

White house, and white picket fence

Can't enjoy a simple walk at the mall, woman you on defense

Can't fight the evil, overweight with 5 stomachs

Classic New York girl, you're not a model, you're not equal

You're not equal



[Chorus: Keith singing]

Lady thinks she's all that, and then some

You think you all that

Lady thinks she's all that, and then some

You think you all that



[Kool Keith:]

Dinner you eat entirely too much

You turn me off with stress wrinkles in your forehead

Your nasty mouth when you cuss

Think you deserve a limo when you originally just material for the bus

You never exercise but you want men to lust

Like it's strictly about you

Special things need a puppy dog to you

You mad, probably cause this song I wrote is so true

Just got a cellular phone like you doin somethin, brand new

You already dark like a salon, water tan

For overextreme actin your ugly rights, I oughta ban you

I know your kind



[Chorus]



[Kool Keith:]

I complain because you think you look good

You don't even work out, you ain't everything

Searchin for a dumb-ass man, to put up with your suitcase full of junk

You're not exotic a regular squinched up face girl

If I was him I wouldn't buy you anything, unappreciative

And your dress style ain't creative

Poppin your Doublemint gum, makes your character ghetto

In reality don't get mad

I'm dealin with an undercover bum, a sassy ass

That needs more respect for herself

We as men deserve a quiet person, it's hard to find class



[Chorus]