Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Terminator X Speaks With His Hands, artist - Public Enemy.
Date of issue: 09.02.1987
Song language: English
Terminator X Speaks With His Hands |
That woman in the corner cold playin' the role |
Just leave her ass in the corner till her feet get cold |
Knowin' for a fact that girl is whacked |
If you hold your hand out she’ll turn her back |
Better walk don’t talk she’s all pretend |
Can’t be her friend unless you spend |
Wall to wall after all |
Get ready to throw only money at the bitch |
Cause she thinks she’s so’phisticated |
Peekin', seekin' inside a book |
Her demands for a man with a chemical look |
Wishes, desires, gettin worse with age |
She doesn’t want a man, all she wants is a page |
Ain’t got a man so she goes to a club |
She think it’s classy but it’s really a pub |
But that’s the kind of place she likes to go |
The bitch got a problem |
Cause she thinks she’s so’phisticated |
Jackets, shoes, everyday ties |
The girl only wants one of those guys |
Suckers who front like it ain’t no thing |
Pretend to be friends, don’t want that thang |
Talk like this, don’t talk slang |
Do anything to get that thang |
Tries to be chic and play it off |
Peekin' through the window, I saw her take her clothes off |
Nasty girl, stone cold freak |
Stayin' in bed a whole goddamn week |
Comin' and leavin' guys servin' up storms |
From execs with checks, boys from the dorms |
Never kept a name, never seen a face |
She could pass 'em in the street like it never took place |
I know she’s a ho I’m on the go |
Expose the funky bitch |
Cause she thinks she’s so’phisticated |
Now she wants a sucker but with an attache |
And if you ain’t got it, she’ll turn you away |
You can smile with stile but you lost your trial |
Cause you got a gold tooth, she thinks you’re wild |
She don’t want a brother that’s true and black |
If you’re light, you’re alright, better stay back |
Cause the sucker with the bag is out the catch |
With something in his bag keepin' her attached |
The man’s got a plan, it’s IBM |
The devil at her level, yes it’s him |
His Audi she rides, his gold and clothes |
The ill base method, turning up her nose |
Lack a lack a lack, now beaming her up |
She still got the nerve to turn her funky nose up |
Her status looks at us from down below |
Now the bitch is in trouble |
Cause she was so’phisticated |
Little is known about her past |
So listen to me cause I know her ass |
Used to steal money out her boyfriends clothes |
And never got caught, so the story goes |
She kept doin' that to all her men |
Found the wrong man when she did it again |
And still to this day people wonder why |
He didn’t beat the bitch down till she almost died |
So’phisticated |