Kool Keith

Kool Keith - Girl You Know lyrics

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(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



[Kool Keith]

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)



[Chorus]

Girl you know, the man ain't funky

But the brother is whack yo

Ah-what you tell your man girl?



[Kool Keith]

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



[Chorus]



[Kool Keith]

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



[Chorus]



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
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