You know the outcome
Girl you know the game
It′s not the one
Who is this new guy thinkin' he funky?
He ain′t nothin', girl you know
Rappers freestyle forever
Can't afford to buy a cup of cocoa
Admire my leather
Your girls 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
DJs gonna act like little women in
In more places, sport the high heels
Or the hard concrete
Remove your women′s bra, feel chess
Wipe your eyeliners off your baseball caps
The starter jacket don't match your 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 mama
I sport the real gators
Lucchese and Tony Lama
Y'all act like divas with a flat ass like Madonna
Party whereabouts, don′t ask me
Hold your Chippendales
This ain't Chippendales
Y′all flippin' dales
Move slow like snails
Thongs show your girls' tails
Y′all blaze Ls
Girl you know the man ain′t funky
But the brother is wack, yo
Why don't you tell your man, girl?
Remington blows with shells
Big Hank movin′ dank comin' up the road with a full tank
Make your girl buy another drink
Joe Greco, we break neck-o
Hand your wife the peppermints
Who represents? Y′all can't get close to me one inch
Y′all need to sit down on the wood like Johnny Bench
Y'all know the Bolden family
Your fiance drive a Camry
Your hype man name is Annie
You're producin′ the background, wear the black panties
No time for the clean up service and nannies
Girl you know the man ain′t funky
But the brother is wack, yo
Why don't you tell your man, girl?
Feeble position wackster
What′s up blackster?
Lyrical master, asshole plaster
You a no-hitter
With the first base glove, your mom with the catcher's mitter
Pamper for your babysitter
Foul smells, your house smell like cat litter
Don′t get bitter, I'll move and get rid of
Camp flow, average, smarage
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 advances 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
Girl you know the man ain′t funky
But the brother is wack, yo
Why don't you tell your man, girl?
Kool Keith
Whatever
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
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