(You know the outcome)
Girl you know the game, and when you start to run
Who is this new guy, thinkin he`s funky
He ain`t nothin, girl you know
[Kool Keith]
Rappers who freestyle forever
Can`t afford to buy a cup of cocoa admire my leather
Your girl get wetter, touchin my custom made chains
Your lip gloss on my, Italian sweater
I know you hate me already, go debate me with Freddie
DJ`s gonna act like little feminine, in more places
Bought the high heels, on the hard concrete
Remove your women`s bra, feel chest
Wipe your eyeliners off your baseball cap
The Starter jacket don`t match yo` faces
You put the thongs on, move your panty protectors in the right places
Terror in America, feel my drama, defecate on your baby`s momma
I sport the real gators, Lou Casey and Tony Llama
Y`all act like divas with a flat ass like Madonna
Party whereabouts don`t ask me
Hold your Zippendales, this ain`t Chippendales
Y`all flippendales, move slow like snails
Thongs show your girl`s tails, y`all blaze L`s (L`s)
[Chorus]
Girl you know, the man ain`t funky
But the brother is whack yo
Ah-what you tell your man girl?
[Kool Keith]
Remington blows with shells
Big Hank movin dank comin up the road with a full tank
Make your girl buy another drink
Joe Greico, we break neck-o, hand your wife the peppermints
Who represents, y`all couldn`t close to me one inch
Y`all need to sit down on the wood like Johnny Bench
Y`all know the Borden family, your fiance drive a Camry
Your hype man name is Annie
Your producer in the background wear the black panties
No time for the clean-up service or nannies
[Chorus]
[Kool Keith]
Feeble position wackster, what`s up blackster
Lyrical master, asshole plaster
You a known hitter, with the first base glove
Your mom with the catcher`s mitt-er
Pamper for your babysitter
Foul smells, your house smell like cat litter
Don`t get bitter, I move and get rid of
Can`t flow average, maverage
Rabid food, vegetable particles, final cabbage
You got the nerve to rap like you live in Paris
Standard reels, I clown dummies
When your first advance is in your deal
Stage level, stiff with no skills
A bird with beak and bills
I crush you from New York all the way out to Hollywood Hills
[Chorus]
Koooooooooooooooooool, Keith, whatevah
Like rappers say
Like Big Daddy Kane say rappers steppin to me
They wanna get some, you know the outcome
You wanna get some, you know the outcome