Yeah, Kool Keith
Black Sil and company
(Yeah yeah)
As we party, two, zero, zero, zeroStep in coat, check vocal supreme sound perfect
You wack man, haven't you heard this?
Matador king ladies swarm around me like Jon B
As I stop rappers tryin' to copy Alpo, Rich Port and AZMy temperatures one thousand three
Look at these big head kids on labels tryin' to MC with a globe dome
I told you to tell that man to stay home
Tell Russell to call me with Sylvia Rhome
Gave him the gas, now he gotta pump in his ass
I don't care if you go out with Stacey Dash
Rentin' cars, you tryin' to copy Nas
Sound like A.G., you ain't my man from Cold Crush Kay GeeDon't try to play me
You never made a record with Mo Bee and Master P
I saw you on the Greyhound bus station floor
Layin' down with a doo rag on like a circus clownStrippers keep dancin' around, I'm Bronx bound
Your fans catch migraines from me doin' my thangWe sweet unique Pete
Look at these ladies massagin' our feet
We sweet unique Pete
Look at these ladies massagin' our feetWe sweet unique Pete
Look at these ladies massagin' our feet
We sweet unique Pete
Look at these ladies massagin' our feet
Yeah
Yo showdown, sho' shot, double-K, flow pop
Navigate, interactive flashback
Now who nice wit it? Spit it on the block daily
Product, never shady, slang the realSend it to backstage, flame created a rage
Mays bump that in my mezzanine controller
High-roller, program, this shit jam
To quick access, asses on my lap crouchesDip through, y'all need a piece of this mental
Plus a sip of this dick in your mouth
Either that or stop sleepin', peepin' the next man's style
I elaborate on fraudulent and stick to the wildPhone-tap, we order Ocean Spray with that
Fuji film, honey, spread that
Finger the ass crack in fact I'ma bounce with that
Fuckin' dancers back to back
Aww, yeahWe're sweet unique Pete
Ladies massagin' our feet
We're sweet unique Pete
Ladies massagin' our feetWe're sweet unique Pete
Ladies massagin' our feet
We're sweet unique Pete
Ladies massagin' our feet
