Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song You Know You Want It, artist - Kool Keith.
Date of issue: 22.11.2010
Song language: English
You Know You Want It |
Girls, I’m slappin 'em up |
Pimp smackin 'em up, anger management |
President, better than ediment |
Sweetness by slickness you with this |
You witness the lonely the misfits |
On them place and table servin 'em biscuits |
But kisses delicious |
My swiftness fills statistics linguistics |
You think I’m Bone Bone Bone Bone Bone Bone Bone |
How many, comin at me |
Startin G, ladies excuse me |
Player I beg your pardon G |
I’m harder G, astrology dodgin me when I’m rum pum pum pum. |
Make me the sergeant see |
From the coast, and pot roast, I load furs |
And them diamonds and them pearls on them coats, I will boast |
Be braggin, not draggin |
Flowin on the spoon like Daggen-Hanz |
The Nova is comin over, I’m Cas' |
See the pimp of nature under the table |
With broads by the side I will hate’cha |
From Singapore and Malaysia |
When the last time you pulled your fuck out |
The other players claimin pimp that wanna trick off |
What they assssk, me, ask Whitefolk and Pimpin' Ken |
I bring it around and let you taste it |
We comin up big doggy, we playin it big homey |
No niggas just chicks around me all we want is ass and money |
We combin the streets, droppin our work all day and night |
They know we pimps cause the chicks always play us tight |
'Bout comin up pickin up paper, it’s the H you know it’s me |
You soakin up game, but you lame, shame on he not me |
Peepin on what we wear and, steppin on checks we clearin |
Tryin to look and act like us so his cash we start sharin |
You movin too slow man, you fallin in love man |
You don’t know pimpin is the only thing to know man |
Double back double up on the paper that I’m musclin |
Put it out doin my dirt checkin my work, paper keep comin in |
Don’t be so mad homey, you too uptight nigga |
I know the pimps and pushers strippin up pickin up dollars |
I’m holdin on to my dough, I’m plannin to stick yo' flow |
I’m lookin to ho through pimpin choose I’m keepin up all her dough |
You know the chicks go, out watch the chips fall |
The money I bank it I don’t give a fuck 'bout none of y’all |