| Hello?
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| This Keith, you’re all by yourself?
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| Girl you’re about to take a shower
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| Get in the bathtub, get your back scrubbed
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| Massagin your neck, feet rubbed
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| Baby oil on your toes while you get wet to my flows
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| I get turned on by the belly piercing
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| Your little ring in your nose
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| Decision makin you chose
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| Smell my cologne, fluctuatin your clothes
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| Me and McBenson
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| Project chicks in the green S-500 with extensions
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| From New York to Virginia to the Pocanos
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| In Cancun I send you to Rio De Janeiro, Brazil
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| Keith ill
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| First man from New York City housin to have his face on a $ 30 bill
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| Chauffeur impressed, with sneakers on, dressed to kill
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| Telephone girlfriend (dressed to kill)
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| Telephone girlfriend (dressed to kill, dressed to kill)
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| Telephone girlfriend
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| Answer the phone honey
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| You lay on my chest like Max Julien, Cleopatra status
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| Coke bottle shape, Miss Nubian
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| Watch your sheer nightgown in the bathroom light
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| With cameltoe showin, I can tell you tight
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| Loose jeans don’t work, my job is to convert
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| Act like I don’t know the bottles are there
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| I can see through your shirt
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| While you listen to some wack MC’s turned Smokey Robinson on
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| No time for incoming calls, b-boys stay mad
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| Actin buddy and funny, walkin around for beats won’t work
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| Shut your status and timin
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| I don’t wanna have a career too extreme
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| But ladies think I’m Frankie Lymon
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| They think I’m Frankie
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| In the living room, on the couch and sofa
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| Mature female, you act older
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| No problem at all when I walk witchu to the mall
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| Circle the parking lot, you park and hot
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| At night you booty call, we order things from Pink Dot
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| Blockbuster movies, Maxim, Hustler, got you in Spike leather jackets
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| With tats on your stomach like a wrestler
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| You challenge the taste tester
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| Like Gomez used to kiss on Morticia, in front of Uncle Fester
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| Charming my dear, kissin you around your ear
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| Arms and palms, legs and thighs
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| Don’t be surprised (don't be surprised)
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| (dressed to kill, dressed to kill, dressed)
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| Telephone girlfriend
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| {"We're sorry, your call cannot be completed as dialed") |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Space Center , by - Kool Keith. Song from the album Lost Masters Collection, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп