1.Intro
2.Sex Style
'now the first drop of juice is there for her to see
Honey, that's when she backs off and just lick her teeth...'
Chorus：
(sex style!) niggas want it free
They dogs drink my piss (girls pay a fee)
You want freestlye, that's right, the style is free
Niggas suck my dick and they girls drink my pee
I'm on some s＆m shit you can't get with
Pull your panties down on stage and watch you sweat quick
Suckers back to pull their style's transsexual
Lesbians dance with the funky heterosexual
You on the mic, and when you rhyme i start to jerk off
Let my dog lick you german shepard want to bust off
I tell your legs and swat em, mc's having anal sex
Step around like a tampax, and step up next
I enter new york, no problem with my dick out
California porno star, my ass you can lick out
Saying 'what？' with sperm dripping down your partner's butt
I see mc's in my face with their ass up
Let me put my cape on, my rubber and my mask up
Not no horror-core shit, this is porno-core
I'm in the club naked man, i'm the fucking pro
Niggas can't wax no ass, girls should let them know
Chorus x3
Back i wreck shit, so what nigga？ i masturbate
See your girls' cocked back, her legs tied like a figure eight
I'm on stage getting sucked by madonna
Sticking piped in your ass until you stop the freesyle drama
I pioneered this shit, you keep sucking dick
Your girl's in the crowd, hawking me for a naked flick
I got my silk underwear for the atmosphere
Piss in your face and urinate all in your hair
You name a group that's shit, i will pooper-scoop
Fuck with this, miss, i will damage on the premesis
Niggas step back with dax grease, watch their ass twist
I rhyme any nigga, golden showers up in greek alley
Movie star bitches, mc's lining up in cali
Drinking vodka, absolut, sipping tanqueray
Mc's jump off, i stung your rectum like a stingray
Girls heinie-wipe, mc's say my style is hype
Pussies relax, i'd rather fuck them with a cordless mic
Could rob a horse, pull your panties off and pay the cost
Chorus x2
'may they beat his bowels with a ten-pound hammer til his
asshole
Whistles the star-spangled banner.'
Now the nurse is here, dr. butcher to your anus
I don't care who your are, and if you think you're famous
You could be waxed, seventy-five fucking rap groups
Bisexuals on stage eating fruit loops
Sugar smacks, i got the rhythm for your ass cracks
Bring your girl, she fantasize in my sex world
Chorus x3
3.Don't Crush It
Yeah girl
I've been checkin out big willie keith
He been trickin a lot of bills on me
Mmm-hmm!
I think i'ma show him somethin tonight
A lap dance i would say
Yeah, that's what i'ma do
Yeahhhh..
I'm like a freak from hunts point, the bronze and the gold
Wear my drawers in tight mode, naked with no coat
Walkin around, i see youse about to lose her
That honey with white boots, and hair like medusa
Brown-skin fine, i drink her body like wine
And throw the wax on it, and watch two cheeks shine
I drunk a forty, i'm up in here feelin naughty
I like the go-go girl, go 'head work it shorty
I got no time to trick, on the average girl
I'm in paradise, caught up, in the booty world
And for you regular honies, tryin to play fly
I ain't no chemical no bank in your human eye
I like my spot, everybody's butt naked
Pump with g-strings, watchin hot momma shake it
I got my beer, viewin from the back rear
Yo brotherman, pass it right over here
I got to ease off the stress, like a eight to five
Keepin it real vexed, them panties wanna get live
Change the pace up, yo jimmy turn the bass up
Yea yeah yeahhhh
Chorus： kool keith + girl (repeat 2x)
Yo baby (whassup？)
Don't crush it when you sit upon it
(yo baby) whassup？
(don't rush it when i sit upon it)
I see you scopin me, the fourth time you cut your eye
Left the brother to catch wreck, then tell the man goodbye
I'm next on the menu, runnin up and in you
With seven rubbers on me, don't try to discontinue
We gots to bump and grind, crank up the r. kelly
Delicious kickin, no leather like i'm fonzarelli
I order two drinks to think, while you show me pink
Summer eve breeze and woo when it don't stink
I'm in the mix, like funky-master flex
I'm shootin gizm, then after you can pick up next
I watch you shake it, like palm trees in california
Now you a lady, mature and i'm rubbin on ya
I got my phantom mask, i'm on the dolo
I slipped in my tipton, bonin sweetie look like yo-yo
She had a good time, knees bent in the chair
She said, 'get wild - i like it when you pull my hair'
I gave her cream, and rubbed it on her black boots
I see a packed house in different color body suits
I'm in the front row, chillin on the down low
Checkin her dogstyle, she's ？？
I'm from the back kid, smooth with tons of grease
Denver and texas, and cali on back to east
She hittin switches, and watch she make it lowride
Zoot, zoot, zzzzzzzt
Chorus 1.5x
It's three o'clock, the morning shift's about to come
Watchin goldie lapdance, that grey hiney ain't no slum
I gets my workout, my slickest hand from every angle
She's on the job right, cutiepie sippin tango
I gotta peel for real, a hundred dollar bill
I'm comin straight up, and not for a breakfast meal
This ain't no burger king, this ain't no white castle
Not like some ugly girls in bentleys tryin to give a hassle
I like the slot machine, bustin nuts mean
Slippery wet lubrication like valvoline
I'm pullin nylon, yo dead up g, to the side
Feelin soft flesh, i'm hard, i'ma let her ride
Jump up and down, get live like house of pain
Leavin em so wet, the silk with a tan stain
I reach a climax, she's happy with her orgasms
Go on girl!
Chorus 2x
4.Make Up Your Mind
Yeah.. so you called me last night
You was kinda confused huh？
You didn't know what to do
All excited over these football players and baseball players
Whassup？ you lookin for a million dollars or somethin？
Man you kinda confused
Freak mode! i'ma have sex, so let em feel
Touch my private, my thing made of steel
Shootin gizm, she ride like a geo prism
I'm out in cali, san bernardino valley
I'm on the hill, not north in peteskill
Big willie servin, now tell me how you femmes feel
I'm in the cadillac, drivin in a droptop
People don't know my style, watch when they heads bop
I'm on the highway, girls pull em down my way
Credit cards and checks, man she get paid on friday
The woman's out, the phantom pushin more clout
I'm watchin ？ with sam, drinkin guinness stout
Bourban booze, green alligator shoes
Union comissioned sex, government intelligence
What you see girl, that benz is irrelevant
Materialistic, ugly man is plastic
No class, in a suit, cost rather cheap
Got the nerve to blow the horn and he try to beep
Interfere, in my spot, and he's comin here
She's in the white boots, breathin in my ear
Chorus： kool keith
Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt (4x)
No affections, condom style, i got no yeast
Worldwide trunk funk, no jazz on the east
Breakin honies down, mackin here to petersberg
Virginia slim, turn the freaks out in lynchburg
With brown bootie, joe smith, hit from pittsburgh
The right player, even if i choose odds
Let me shuffle jackpots, women pick the cards
Your hydraulic butt, bounce like a six-trey
I'm on the case, jealous man steppin in my way
Hot pursuit, why she play herself？ get the boot
Actin like troop, he say he signed with a group
He wrote for babyface, did songs, toured with snoop
.. lyin to you to get thrilled
Droppin them old lines, his breath smell like doodoo
I got a style if a brother wanna know
Smokin that stink blunt, you still sniffin blow
Nose runnin on time with green slime
Step in the club, i throw urine on your mind
Big luciano, diamond rings on the grand piano
Girls flock and guys hop on the other jock
I'm in a two-door, with bass comin through your block
Sound kicks, i got the fly broads in the mix
California butt, mc's suckin more what
Like gerald levert, you try to make it work
Jheri curl jones, spendin cash on a skirt
Plan to win, whassup with uncle ben？
Brother is sly, fatback bacon
Still fakin, his voice chords achin
You know i'm perplex, exotic on ampex
Dogstyle champ, hittin booty for butt sex
I can't disguise myself like michael jackson
The flasher, are you ready for action？
Chorus： kool keith
Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt (3x)
Make up your mind, who you want to pump it
I got a summons, my clothes is off, i'm butt-naked
In a discotechque, don't tell me ladies can't take it
Just to have my drawers in a overcoat
My el dorado lean, the black caddy float
Down the hill with frankie dolla bill
Honies in red zone, tell me how them drawers feel
Suckin on the hippie, on the mississippi
Econo lodge, a cheap way to get a quickie
Five and five, equal ten
Add twenty up, i'm back in the spot again
Blowin it up, i drop my own bomb
Two big green mitts, and tails on my arm
You in my way my man, yo b excuse me
I didn't call your girl, why accuse me？
I think you're insecure, not sure
If your girlfriend's home, if she's knockin at my door
Back in your ride, no apartment, no place to wash
You can't clean, tell em black
He don't know yet, my discipline, how to act
Stack with fume, and twenty-four flicks
You can't win, takin shots like the knicks
I'm old enough with skills to be your daddy
Go ask grandma, your freaky aunt sally
Pretty woman standin there with her ugly man
I don't want to shake his hand
Chorus： kool keith
Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt (6x)
Make up your mind, who you want to pump it
5.Sly We Fly
I'm known to fence ya with my black mask, mc's go to hell
And i'm the obtuse, and acute guy
I'm known as motion, noggin nodder
My flow is so dark, i open coffins like i'm dracula
And i'm that kid who raps about, who what？
That guy, whatever
We pull the drawers off girls who (sly, we fly)
We washin gold and silver (sly, we fly)
We walk in clubs with sneakers (sly, we fly)
We look out windows and stare (sly, we fly)
We fly the planes ourselves (sly, we fly)
And if our records don't sell (sly, we fly)
I put my mask on, another night for the phantom
I got the halloween jack-o-latern
Yo ？, i know some kids funny silly putty playdoh
They wanna step to farms, and build a hay dough
I drag bodies on down the yellow brick road, like leprechauns
I come in comet killer mode
Yo grab your neck and your mail
With a wic check, plus i inspect my roots
And walk in naked, with spirits and ouija board
I shake-n-bake it naked, like betty crocker
I use a black marker, i draw your face in a sketch
Like a artiste
Two broken arms from my shoulder have a piece
Yum yum, you know you welcome, come in dumb-dumb
Hey what's that smell down there？ look in the basement
Two eyes missin, next day, where your face went？
With dolly parton music playin in my pickup truck
My gold sandwich, a swigger liquor chewin duck
I got no taste, no salt, i need mayonnaise
I'm lookin at tv, lookin for good love, and some lovin
We pull the drawers off girls who (sly, we fly)
We washin gold and silver (sly, we fly)
We walk in clubs with sneakers (sly, we fly)
We look out windows and stare (sly, we fly)
We fly the planes ourselves (sly, we fly)
And if our records don't sell (sly, we fly)
Deckin in chins, to knock a rapper, he's bawlin bro
Off in my timbs, i makes an exit
As ill i cut the cheese and step from forks
That's when i'm superdot
I kicks an offer with terms, unpatterened knowledgist
A species unkind when human three minds, one head
That brother took the alley (i followed him) he's dead
He's datin yakos alli (she's awful) gives head
Say what？ your coat is red, he's just a white guy, i know
He likes marijuana, i like, holding his bitch
Make giggles in the sauna, rap when i swerve, ？？ bpbpbpbpbpb
Hey bud, i got your phone number i called you hung up
You push ＊ 69, you broke into a cold and hot sweat
That's no address of mine, you reached some mortuary
You're talkin to an empty box, i'm gettin away
I'm gettin away, i'm gettin away
We pull the drawers off girls who (sly, we fly)
We washin gold and silver (sly, we fly)
We walk in clubs with sneakers (sly, we fly)
We look out windows and stare (sly, we fly)
We fly the planes ourselves (sly, we fly)
And if our records don't sell (sly, we fly)
I creep in cutlass, my orange my blue, my black self green
The robot yo six-fo', you buggin lookin mean
(yeah, we pay no mind to eyeballs, and kids as rivals)
We got our money in stacks, you bet your chicken shirt
With massive ammo, the fools out there don't want no work
(with massive ammo, the fools out there don't want no work)
This ain't no movie, no play, you in a matinee
I'm watchin screens of your dreams, you actin everyday
Playin a part that you actors can't play
Yo he's perpetratin, gettin burnt like slab bacon
My days are numbered nitwit, i work in ？ spot
My sherm's ill as liquid, i mix it up in big pot
And takes the top off, and adds a drop off
And laughs my ass off, and cakes in my part would rather
I wrap a new bomb, it's serious
I lost my mind, yo help me find it
We pull the drawers off girls who (sly, we fly)
We washin gold and silver (sly, we fly)
We walk in clubs with sneakers (sly, we fly)
We look out windows and stare (sly, we fly)
We fly the planes ourselves (sly, we fly)
And if our records don't sell (sly, we fly)
Yeah, changin four years in a flow (that's right)
How many you got？ (that's right)
What you think about that girl over there？
What you think about the kid comin up the blonde？
What you think about keith walkin down the block？
Same girl at my bed
Pringles fun？
Give me a couple bucks
How much we need to take in at the party tonight？
6.Plastic World
'yeah, kool keith should keep it real
He should rap about space and mars...'
Yo, i'm tired of looking at everybody. same boots, skully hats
in
90 degree weather, looking to get into clubs for free. i'm not
Smoking blunts, or looking for jazz records at the roosevelt.
I left new york, the city itself was stress depression
High boots and urban beats, that wasn't my direction
Producers filtering join in with r＆b
A million rappers, some clones trying to sound like me
Biting my space styles, biting my horror-core
All i saw was kool keiths on my thaw
Record companies had g'd-off all my royalties
Watching vinyl spin, local groups' wack mc's
Some try to rap with that perpetrate mobster crap
Karl kani jeans, fat stomachs in the limosines
Mixtapes by wack dj's adds doo doo play
I'm on the turnpike, the city drifting down the highway
Like a mirage, the style there is all illusion
On videos out of town, peoples buy confusion
Rolling high with cash pulled over down my eye
Since i've been out, y'all can't see
Chorus：
Is the world made of plastic？
Is the city buried in dreams？ (yeah)
Is the world made of plastic？
Cause that's the way is seems (owww)
Watching tv so bored, while imbiciles hold the mic cord
Graffiti playgrounds are played out, yo how'd that sound？
Army fatigues are weak, is for the minor leagues
No rapping cyphers or brothers in the rented benz
Crews on stage, acting hard with a thousand friends
I saw the place turn plastic, crackers looping beats
People with no deals, walkmen rappin on the streets
I turned my back, 90% of the city sounded wack
Payola scams switched dj's like a rubber band
Everybody clear with beats trying to be premier
Clearing samples, your sp-12 fake examples
My money grows with green from my own label
While you act rich with no cash on the bigger label
Your tri-state ways are shut down by barricades
In fact i packed my bags, and listened to e-40
Mac mall, c-bo, and other rappers you don't know
You're narrow-minded and styles of mind you won't find it
My sound proceeds with moog and undertone bass
No comic gimmicks with beats rapping in my face
I come back real, solid rock razor steel
Tap your program, show the world i'm the man
You copy poppa large, the industry is large
Chorus x2
As i do see sorta rugged wack beer commercials
Some rappers are bought and puppeteered like the ninja turtles
From manhattan i heat up, yo light up times square
I make noise like open high hats on your cheap snare
No promotional shows, girls wear corn rows
People with hooded sweaters on crack keep me on my toes
I walk with straw hats, fake glasses in the projects
Bring my ghost image so tense on the line of scrimmage
Playing my numbers, waiting for the five to come
Spaghetti out the window, people acting dumb
Fire hazards wake the neighbors, your family's nosy
I come and go as i please on blockhead mc's
You bought new sneakers, no car, scrambling on the corner
I'm not the star you are, the city's fallen far
By mechanism, you're on my tip
Stay off my penis, you've duplicated me for years
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you are the one
Chorus x2
7.Stuck On Pussy Drive
8.Regular Girl
Yo money
Yeah whassup kool keith？
Yo that girl kadiva gon' come to your house
With.. blonde hair and boots
Tell her rent a cheap room on sunset boulevard
For $16.95 - i ain't tryin to get no madrian no marriott
Or all that higher stuff
Yo we can go on cheaper man
I know somethin for like $10.99 man
It's a hotel with roaches in it and everything
It's almost near skid row
Buttnaked! girls walk sunset with they ass out
I start cadillacs with suits, wear my mask out
With brims tilted, i finger pop the whole block
Make freaks wear wigs, and put the rubbres on my cock
You see me out there, with big balls like rosie grier
Players cream, i pull panties out your wet dreams
Get deep in cracks, and wash em out like mr. clean
Bring your massengil, the public think i'm very ill
Like jimmy z, posin naked for the fcc
I'm not no basketball star, your girl watch me pee
Clock me like cops, every time my sperm drops
She's in my face with thongs, chewin lollipops
I'll hit that butt on the low, just like monica
Play three tunes and let her blow on my harmonica
I'm out here, you rollin fake in union square
I'll make you go blonde, brunettes runnin down they hair
Chorus： sung by kool keith (repeat 2x)
Regular girl, is so boring (get out my face)
Regular girl, you never turn me on (work the latex)
You saw my porno flick, nutsacs banged up on your tv
Your girl pulled her panties off real quick, tryin to see me
She wants an autograph, a part with my anal staff
You scream test for aids, stretch marks make me laugh
Sign your contracts for willie, smoke a big phillie
I'm too old for young girls, gigglin actin silly
I'm sugar daddy, your aunt gon' be worried duke
Your moms at my hotel, her bra is real cute
Dressed in g-strings, she's scopin me, eatin fruit
She licked my balls, i came like niagara falls
Brought her tittes to prince show instead of lou rawls
Her pelvis grind, she smile show me pantylines
I'll smack that butt, the pro spank at different times
Like max ？ hardcore ？ it's on the dirty floor
Make you scream for stiff rods, you don't want no more
Penetration, i don't do that on your menustration
I want movies back, you smile, addin lubrication
You know your steelo, orgies doin three people
Kodak action, black tail, butt satisfaction
You lookin good sweet cheeks..
Chorus
I turned the lakers off, you can't stop my afterparty
A fifth of vodka, and latex, drink your bacardi
I serve it well through tubes and watch your rectum swell
Service your clits with steel, machines keep it real
Got that ramrod, that's pumpin through your back hard
You be seein cum stains on sunset boulevard
My rubber send streaks and heels off your girl's feets
You not psychadelic wimp, i'm still your girl's pimp
That's part interest, magnificent, mind power
I got nuts that clean kill, let me take my shower
Wash off my pubic, and let the females do my nails
Watch naked legs in chairs and enter soft tails
Wear stockin caps with maps and shoft for soft cracks
Lift off your hairpeace, while milk squirts up on your weave
You know my skin needs butter, your cheeks are popcorn
I get deep, go run in butt like the unicorn
Rodeo anus banger, quick with the middle finger
Her tampons drop down between her maxi
I left tips for cocked up legs in the taxi
Yo take her home cab driver, here's her panties
Chorus
9.The Mack Is Back
Yeah! we here tonight, live on stage!
Quincy jones.. james brown.. prince.. madonna..
And of course.. kool keith!
Take it away, at the grand auditorium!
Now you're up late, can't get no sleep, i'm outside
Cruisin down 5th ave., makin love in your ride
You want that baby, but i'm out here thinkin maybe
What if you flip - but it's ok when you're on my tip
Take off your shoes, don't spread my business news
Reachin for the rubber tips it's time to pay your dues
Two girls in the back, bring your friend, make it three
It's the big thing honey, that's the policy
I got to pull down and bring the steel home for you
Break the headboards and tell your girlfriends come over too
Put my motorcycle helmet on and feel the power
Rock and lift the boots, spank the lips for a hour
The mack is back, doin good and lookin fly (2x)
Keith is in town, it sho' was good goin down
The mack is back, doin good and lookin fly
Keith is in town, it sho' was good goin down
The mack is back, doin good and lookin fly
Yeah, i must show up, scope the cheeks well with clientele
When a sister wants to see me, i should not really tell
I bought some movies, some strippin joint type of coolies
Boots and thongs, girls flip on my theme songs
They know i damage, with gloves my equipment's on
I got a cape, like superman, i'ma put it on
Grab the vaseline, make your hiney shine like mr. clean
With a purple g-string, you wanna do your own thing
Girls dance for me, pumpin over me
Big sniff is back, word to honey's crack
The mack is back, doin good and lookin fly (2x)
Keith is in town, it sho' was good goin down
The mack is back, doin good and lookin fly
Keith is in town, it sho' was good goin down
The mack is back, doin good and lookin fly
Keith is in town, it sho' was good goin down
The mack is back, doin good and lookin fly
{＊phone rings＊}
Hello, room 402
What's happenin pizzimp？
Yo whassup？
Yo menelik, i want you to go down the stairs
Get five cases of champagne, order two limousines
Yeah, i got them honies
And check it out yo
Bring five freaks that's ready to do this
Aight, let me just see, i'll be down in a minute
Late night, me trev and keith, leave the suite
Three limos deep, with honies greet us downstairs
Prepared to take us, anywhere, tonight's the grammy's
Afterparty back at the hotel, we're poppin expensive perignon
I'm the suave don, this is the average evening
Of the celebrities, the days are relaxed
It would seem to most, an expensive vacation package
The pay is good, in hollywood
A hustler has to mack in fresh gear, my choise of rolls royce
And a duplex location up at sunset and labrea
I'm mackin in your area
The mack is back, doin good and lookin fly
Keith is in town, it sho' was good goin down
The mack is back, doin good and lookin fly
Keith is in town, it sho' was good goin down
The mack is back, doin good and lookin fly
Keith is in town, it sho' was good goin down
The mack is back, doin good and lookin fly
Keith is in town, it sho' was good goin down
10.What's He Like？
11.Still The Best
Yeah
American and european, national champion
Kool keith, you know who i am
The master man, willie biggs, big status
Droppin nine-six and seven, big status
Skill.. lotto winners
I taught new york city, the five boroughs how to rap
You can take that back, and pull them thongs our your rectum
crack
I'm +poppa large+, big daddy, big penis in a caddy
Retro petrol, i run that whole metro-politan area,
Burnin ya, the style is scarin ya
You don't know, and half of y'all brothers can't flow
I'm texas swift, down south, they call me frankie joe
Keep pushin rigs, mack trucks, drop off your girl's wigs
I'm strictly business, no gimmicks, a rhymin expert
No common style, or wack logo, cheap hip-hop shirt
You best to be prepared, paperclips, on your mouth
I rock virginia, tag atlanta, 95 south
Then hit miami, let the girls feel my stiff jammy
I'm national kid, girls like the way i dress
Chorus： kool keith (repeat 2x)
I'm still the best, i'm still the best, east to west
Joe kingpin, big stack, money willie biggs
Superfly get back, your whole group is +freddie's dead+
Rap style pee stain, like yellow spots on your bed
I'm jay gloom, on the strets, still walkin doo doo
You can't stop me, step off, now let your girl jock me
I ride a bus and tail just like a kawasaki
Motorcycles with big gloves, i'm here to damage ya
Political style flop, your child play is amateur
Yo take that word, i rip your anus, youse a herb
I get in rectum, zoom focus on your whole room
Wear green capes and walk in clubs like i'm dr. dooom
Handblock double switch monkey style, flying horsemen
Crab leg, walk on top of rappers, then i cross men
I be the silver surfer, glidin with a fly leather
Wig, gold chains, my glasses fog in the rainy weather
We do this like brutus, i make you say, 'who dis？'
The man on the mic's right, cover your styles tonight
I do my duty destruct, take skin off your booty
Masquerade man is ill, keith spinnin reel to reel
Who play the number tonight？ i put six on a five
Shoulda combinated, go ahead baby
Chorus 2x
Big willie, big willie
Big willie-heyyyeah-heyyy
Big willie, big willie
Big willie heiyyyyyy
You're not competition, no joke, i know your kinfolks
That sloppy gotti style just a bowl of wheat oats
No matter how mean or point blank hard you look
I cover my eye, retarded bugged like i'm captain hook
Like vincent price, i'm nice, i bake and coke you twice
Your crew is rat turd, your parakeet flow is bird
At my night show lick my pubic hair, tell me word
I'm basic nasty, with tight moves, smart like lassie
Classical winner bass, pumpin while your sound is thinner
I kick back, with drawers off, invite your girl to dinner
Get sexy raw, the champagne pours even more
No forcefield, i rhyme erotic, feel myself on tour
I'm so delicate, countin cash, too intelligent
Yeah, i bought the dream book
Gon' play what i got to play tomorrow
Do this right, yeah
Chorus 2x
Best, east to west
Best, east to west, big willliehaeyyy
Best, east to west
Best, east to west, hooo hoo ho hoooo
Best, east to west
Best, east to west, heyyyy heyy, heyyy heyy, heyyy heyyaheahhh
12.In Your Face
I'll get my manager crazy as hell, he'll pull steel
Show these sheisty people, the sawed off, the pump is real
Then smack niggaz when they don't feel keith's right direction
Put niggaz in fear, the bullets in they head section
Pick up drug dollars, leave rings around niggaz collars
Front me cash, you catch them bodies, put em in a stash
Never laugh at you, explain plans, what to do
Machine guns on tour, pajama for your soft crew
Don't step to me with shit the candle wax is gettin lit
I'm solo now, and still money i have to fuckin split
Business ain't straight in glamour world, fuckin hellgate
All these things i been through, your skull deserves a metal
plates
Not the platinum plaque, just gun staples in your back
Hung from a tree with rusty nails in your rectum crack
Chorus： kool keith (repeat 3x)
I get personal direct straight, i bring it forward
Where？ .. in your face! (in yo' face)
For everybody a problem manager
30% get my photo session ready, songs to the fuckin president
I been spendin my ascap, waitin out there brain-walkin
Up with hit records on feet, in the fuckin rain
Through merry-go-rounds, past politic circus
Then shift flop first, and now it's time that you work this
Suck my ass, we pass on acts if you think they good
Niggaz ain't platinum, they album still, went barely wood
I bring your ？ down, samples now you have to clear it
Niggaz talkin shit like lyric records, i ain't tryin to hear it
Even if i'm deaf no mouth, one fuckin ear left
You think they worth investments, hold your fuckin breath
You might as well bite kane, rakim, study g. rap
I got some new shit, mental secrets for yo' asscrack
Let me get real, before that ass breach that contract
I got witnesses watchin, statements over budget
Don't try to hide behind that fuckin mask now
Throw the pistols away, and hide the shit in the grass now
Chorus
I'm sittin quiet with tons of threats, and baskin-rob'
Extortion is over, i cock back, you lose your fuckin job
Two years of my time is precious in my kid's mind
With child support, i drag your coffins in the court
We even steven, fuck that, my time and rent is short
I've been writin songs, i'm calm, i'm a good sport
One year has gone by, with tecs jam up in your eye
I'm on some clever shit, fuck it man, go 'head lie
I wake up six o'clock with triggers cocked every morning
I'm no joke, you're bound to smell the fragrant gunsmoke
I'll be scrubbin halls, wipin blood off the office walls
Chorus： kool keith (repeat 4x)
I get personal direct straight, i bring it forward
Where？ .. in your face! (in yo' face)
Yeah, yeah
Let's get some fuckin hit records goin right now
East coast to west coast, i don't give a fuck
His shit is wack, their shit is wack
That shit is wack over there
Ain't nuttin fuckin movin
Get some fuckin bullets on the fuckin charts
Fuck that, let's do this (y'all ain't ready)
13.Lick My Ass
14.Keep It Real... Represent
Yeah, rappers, spread your cheeks
Pull your panties down
Take your wig off, let me see your bald head
That's right, i got you on kodak
Your pictures are goin out to black tail
You're gonna be a star
Yeah..
I heard you quit rap, your wife went back to porno flicks
You turned drag queen, a call girl doin tricks
Nighttime prostitute kid, i'ma take your loot
I heard you queer now like boy george, blowin flutes
With high heels, you stole your mom's birth control pills
You on some new stuff, i heard about that sex change
You got a vagina, your grandmother think it's strange
New eyeliner, you was flirtin with a gay designer
Your girl felt mines, and pulled off her calvin kleins
I saw tampax, gonorrhea red stopsigns
I looked at her and said, 'mmm.. put your panties back on'
Then jerked off to foxy brown, when her verse was on
I wanna stand back and bust nuts at your butts
Your girl is cocked up, with lollipops, doggie style
I feel i'm dealin with plastic, watch these fake smiles
Yeah, meet my left and my right
Keep it real.. represent what？ my nuts (2x)
I got utensils, back up kid, yo guard your rectum
I'm crazy out here, mental man, don't respect him
You now in pain, your mom just had the abortion
Big head boo, i put some roaches on your whole crew
Have you scared with crack pipes, your family throwin doodoo
Wear out your welcome, your little girl sex desires
Have you handicapped, some friends of mine blow your tires
Like alfred hitchcock, the ghost stands on your block
With nine mil's for drug addicts, i keep triggers cocked
You on some methane, my witchcraft is on your brain
Blow out your headpiece, and break out quick on the plane
Seal up your coffins, and celebrate with champagne
Get my drink, absolut, cranberry juice
Paranoid by rug spots, you see the purple moose
You smokin sherm or what？ i paralyze that butt
Lick my d-head, you girls still pee in the bed
Yo take that wig off, yo punk let me see that caesar
Keep it real.. represent what？ my nuts (3x)
I gets more wreck, than ？ kids in baby's pampers
Your wife is banned for leavin bras in my hampers
That heffer's ugly, plastic why you still bug me
I'm on melrose, nicole's takin sun strolls
Black girls with weaves, white girls with flat butts
With the name h-o-m-o spelled in your name
You was a woman one time, man i know your game
With panties stuck up, sweat leakin in your crotch
Collard greens you wet pig, you can't eat that much
I shut you down, your whole face two o'clock
Have your girl on sunset, in denny's suckin cock
With white pumps up, blonde wigs rottin in the trunks
That homeless monkey, barbie doll crystal junkie
I'm no joke and have respect for your kinfolks
Tie your tubes back, my scope is on your asscrack
You got paid for doodoo, that package rap was wack
Yeah yeah, you know what？ yeah
Keep it real.. represent what？ my nuts (4x)
That's right, nine-six and seven (reverand tom)
Representin the scrotum (octagon)
All the hairs under the testicles (the sharkman)
Lick.. (kool keith)
Yeah, don't buy _the basement tapes_
Sheisty things going on, somebody's on the pipes
Labels foldin, goin down in ninety-six
Nobody play the records
City's out, no tuff, tuff.. pity
15.Little Girls
Yo keith man
I just turned off the tv man
Kids out there be thinkin they hardcore man
We gotta do somethin man, yo
Do it
{little girls.. think they're hardcore..} (4x)
You got nine cars, tons of champagne, by the cases
Two thousand people killed, fake murder cases
Videos exaggerate things you never make
Your style is all tissue, chocolate fudge cream cake
The companies back you, people out there wanna slap you
Original fraud, funny with a mic cord
Persuadin kids that you hard, every stage you tour
Cold scared you in a motel, you can't come out
After the show, with panties on, you hurry run out
You petrified hallucinatin thinkin hardcore
You got the style now, you have to roll with 50 people
Lookin hard and mean, you ain't pullin triggers
Did you pay your bodyguards, for actin hard？
You get pistol-whipped, booty tapped, face scarred
Down and out, with camouflage gear, and no war
You ain't in the army kid..
{little girls.. think they're hardcore..} (3x)
Now your show's packed up, you're gassed up
I'm there you're scared
You just turned twat, looked away feelin weird
You on the walkie talkie standin close near the door
Thinkin bout your records how you pop doo-doo more
Posses wait in texas, detroit for the bumrush
You bringin rubber, your crew is nervous smokin dust
You perpetrate your front, show your teeth, smokin blunts
Rappers cancel shows, ran away with stunts
Your manager scared, with ghetto mugs starin at him
Your crew pressured more, to even act harder
You took new york, down south them folks, wasn't havin that
Three kids from d.c. pulled out, what you laughin at？
You ran out, funny style, girl style, panty style
Freestyle the same style last week
You was bitin off that kid bo peep
With no panties on, your rectum got torn
Rearranged, i caught you after the show
Naked out, butt out, cracked out, with two rolls of film
Tryin to sell pictures of your lover
With you, molestin your little brother
I smacked you and stole your pistols
{little girls.. think they're hardcore..} (4x)
Tommy, didn't i raise you to go to catholic school？
But mom, i gotta keep this up, this is all a front
This is just gimmicks to sell my records
The people don't have to know
I mean really, that's just me, even though we're soft
Me and my friends all of us
We just make money, that's all, it's a gimmick
16.After The Club
17.Lovely Lady
Lovely lady, girl you drive me crazy
I know this girl with her own crib, in isolation
She's from puerto rico, half-black on vacation
Fine freak with thongs on, whup me every week
Panties in service, the big two's make her nervous
Hey boo, here's lollipops, i'ma give em too you
Bang you nice backdoors, i'ma scrape the floors
Look at your personal, silk on the camcorder
Then hit bedsprings, my thumb's on the tape recorder
With big cups of cristal, i'ma spank her well
If i lick you there, my girlfriend, i'ma tell
Rock your boots, and leave my style written on your cooch
With rubber demands, condoms in your soft hands
I got plans for booty work to catch a lapdance
That skirt is workin, and by myself, i be jerkin..
.. on to the chorus
I want that purple cadillac with the lime green ragtop, yeah
Lovely lady, girl you drive me crazy (3x)
She got me open, like two big scoops of raisin bran
Watchin adult films, i'm part time her freak man
Thinkin how she's cute, i got my mask on my eye
Lickin splits that switch and change her whole voice pitch
'ayyy papi, why you go so low？'
I got scuba divin skills, the pros, stay below
Authorizin a sign, she reflects with pantylines
She got her hair done, apartment two the girl is mines
Trippin down the pants, she's wearin spandex
And flower dresses, the booty to the max apex
I'm on my way, with guinness stout everyday
Jodeci tapes, h-town, not bring 4play
Couches are plush, no quickies ladies don't rush
You know my flavor, lubricated bareback
Stroke to get live, you melt down, when i tap the sack
Like kojak, detective, i got your contraceptive
I know your perspective, if you get picked, i'm selective
Rubbin you down, in baths, calgon bound
You lookin sexy smilin, in that soft nightgown
Baby love it when i blow bubbles, kiss her stomach
She's a dimepiece, i popped up, on the east
The lady is ready, tell duke i'ma rock her steady
Lovely lady, girl you drive me crazy (3x)
Tight bm, she wanna give me her w
Take me shoppin, do what i want to, do it when i want to do
I play the game right, work out that back tonight
Disco lights beam, dancin at southside
She got her lingerie on, sippin on ？
Emotional status, i'm puttin tongues to the baddest
Bitin the peaches, cherries open on the beaches
I got her turned out, screamin in the bleachers
Eatin ？, her friends are mad gettin jealous
Blockin my great view, some knucklehead's down too
Who is it wizard？ i got the address i'ma visit
Go down solo, she workin night, at the gogo
New york city ampex, she pays for my reels
She's admire me, her pockets with tons of bills
She lookin good comin from work
I hope she bought me a pair of them expensive ？ reels
Lovely lady, girl you drive me crazy (4x)
18.Photo Session ＊
＊ unlabelled bonus track appearing after 'lovely lady'
Yeah..
I like that little leopard furry outfit
I love it
You gonna get pregnant wearin that
Put on this blindfold
Turn around, don't look at me
Pull your panties to the side
I know this girl with boots on, she's turned on by wearin
g-strings
She likes her thongs with my fingers all between her cheeks
She go-go dance, strip at clubs on the row for weeks
Shakin her fannies, come here girl, let me fill them panties
Spread your legs, and cock the booty, spread the pink fa-rutti
Not ray moore, no matress here, baby on the floor
With helmets and mask, and grease up in that anus fast
Back door delivery, the mailman remember me
Don't front now, them breasts are ready, i'ma milk the cow
With rockets that blow, paralyze your anal sockets
My fantasy is hidin used condoms in your pockets
While you chill, here's a towel, plus your massengil
That's word like pete rock's, let's freshen up that funk box
I pump like diesel fuel, stamina speed, strong as a ox
Takin a shower, run the steam water for a hour
That's word i'm naked you can best believe i don't fake it
Pull off your bra straps, and jerk off on your pretty kneecaps
Yeah..
Chorus： kool keith (repeat 2x)
Can i see your panties girl？ you wanna take em off
Dye your hair blonde, hook up your weave and call steve
For the photo session (yeah..)
Got my tripod set up for photographs, you get wet
Pull my porno tapes, while you listen to keith sweat
That's no joke, i do construction now your rectum's broke
No matter how famous the anal beads are for your anus
Your girlfriend is sloppy, a dyke, tryin to be so cocky
I stuck a broom between her punchin coochie like i'm rocky
She was excited from the rip out, she pulled my tip out
My cape is on with latex, i make vaginas flip out
Open your rear end, with tools before you count to ten
That's word to moo moo, know how i'm trained to move that boo
boo
Back them two boobs, you on the tape with seven dudes
Your temperature's more beyond to sleep with michael jackson
You want interviews, in locker rooms, movie action
Camcorders r. kelly, or russell peein on your belly
Smelly socks from laker players, you can suck they jocks
I walk in projects, and underwears on bronx blocks
Send tampex fedex while i slip on condoms you drink beck's
Hold up your butt right, cause vinica can make you tight
_all night long_, like mary jane, finger poppin girls
Luscious drawers, i keep my penis movin in your jaws
Swallow it baby
Chorus 1.5x
Intensive care, you're pretty, climbin on the toilet seat
Puttin fingers in buttholes, through your cracks i defeat
Word is bond, remove your stainfree it'll turn me on
Put on your freaky jacket, bend over, let me smack it
Move in your room while my penis stretch, hit the moon
Open your back and see them buns shine when you jack up
On greyhound buses we can check in at a sleazy motel
Sign contracts, and do a dirty scene, in a hotel
Manufactured, distribution while you keep on douchein
We'll make you a star, we'll film tonight, at this bar
Two hundred men, wackin off, you on the tablecloth
She's in the center dressed up, like it's cold in winter
No domination, hide your panties in the amtrak station
Shoot off your load, see the caddy comin down the road
Baby got back, rub my hand up all up in that crack
Nurse that breast, tittie milk can give me stimulation
I throw your legs your perfume, give me motivation
I drive surface.. yeah!
Chorus 2x
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