[Chorus: Kool Keith singing] Girl you know my name in all directions The way I feel about you Honey can take that, secret advice from me The way I think about youuuu, and what you do
[Kool Keith] Executive upstairs, I deal with the same list Broke people love MTV Cribs Chewin a dollar fifty slice of pizza A minor rapper dissin they low income lifestyle that's rich Fans that work at buck forty jobs; braidin hair on the week and they can't afford hygiene products and cotton swabs Fantasizin what it's like to sip champagne Quarter juice figures, livin through another monkey's fame Get my name straight, you should be ashamed Layaway plan action, get ready for concerts you can't afford Struggle to buy that ring, another imposter Diamond wannabe like necklace girl on the pre-paid cell phone with a fake gold chain Caught up in illusion, fakin like a mothersucker
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[Kool Keith] Oh my God! Another Chrystler with the Hemi To boost the ego, let that car be itself You can't turn it into a Rolls Royce Bentley, over stingy Makin you spend gently; women hover Is that leather goose down to rubber? I'ma investigate the fella, 40 percent rabbit Your wife ain't wearin a chinchilla Nobody want they coat to get wet, step under the umbrella Is the Rolex real? What'chu gon' tell her With them cheap suits you bought from Portabella 600 pounds with five stomachs Big baller, in the leased Escalade painted vanilla TV's in the headrest With 36 White Castle hamburgers, he can't digest Caught up in illusion, fake like a mothersucker
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[Kool Keith] Everybody's turnin groupie Guys fight the girls to get in first I hate to see a dude with a baseball cap jump the line To get in the club like they carry a purse Get to the front with no money Turn around quick, they be the worst The latest schedule, process material Love to listen to the caviar and sushi rhymes But just had a bowl of Frosted Flakes cereal Songs that make you imagine you live imperial The problem is the poor watch the many, extravagant videos Facin the most highest celebrities, livin on they lows There's no turf and you ain't plush flossin K-Mart is the new place, your mom used to go to Woolworth Caught up in illusion, fake like a mothersucker!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
