| Girls, I’m slappin 'em up
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| Pimp smackin 'em up, anger management
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| President, better than ediment
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| Sweetness by slickness you with this
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| You witness the lonely the misfits
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| On them place and table servin 'em biscuits
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| But kisses delicious
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| My swiftness fills statistics linguistics
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| You think I’m Bone Bone Bone Bone Bone Bone Bone
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| How many, comin at me
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| Startin G, ladies excuse me
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| Player I beg your pardon G
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| I’m harder G, astrology dodgin me when I’m rum pum pum pum.
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| Make me the sergeant see
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| From the coast, and pot roast, I load furs
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| And them diamonds and them pearls on them coats, I will boast
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| Be braggin, not draggin
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| Flowin on the spoon like Daggen-Hanz
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| The Nova is comin over, I’m Cas'
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| See the pimp of nature under the table
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| With broads by the side I will hate’cha
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| From Singapore and Malaysia
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| When the last time you pulled your fuck out
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| The other players claimin pimp that wanna trick off
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| What they assssk, me, ask Whitefolk and Pimpin' Ken
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| I bring it around and let you taste it
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| We comin up big doggy, we playin it big homey
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| No niggas just chicks around me all we want is ass and money
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| We combin the streets, droppin our work all day and night
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| They know we pimps cause the chicks always play us tight
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| 'Bout comin up pickin up paper, it’s the H you know it’s me
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| You soakin up game, but you lame, shame on he not me
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| Peepin on what we wear and, steppin on checks we clearin
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| Tryin to look and act like us so his cash we start sharin
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| You movin too slow man, you fallin in love man
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| You don’t know pimpin is the only thing to know man
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| Double back double up on the paper that I’m musclin
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| Put it out doin my dirt checkin my work, paper keep comin in
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| Don’t be so mad homey, you too uptight nigga
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| I know the pimps and pushers strippin up pickin up dollars
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| I’m holdin on to my dough, I’m plannin to stick yo' flow
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| I’m lookin to ho through pimpin choose I’m keepin up all her dough
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| You know the chicks go, out watch the chips fall
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| The money I bank it I don’t give a fuck 'bout none of y’all |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song You Know You Want It , by - Kool Keith. Song from the album Dr. Octagon Pt. 2 / Bosses In the Booth, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп