[Kool Keith]
Ced all of 'em ain't like that
But you know what I do to the ones that are? AWW MAN!
["Smack, my bitch up" - scratched in the background]
[Ced Gee]
Yo I know what you mean, but uhh
Yo just like further your [?]
[Kool Keith]
Aww fuck it, I'm like Steve the Wildman
Fuck the bitch that has no style man
I'm mega-pimp, the biggest pimp in New York
Everywhere I go, you follow wherever I walk
On Madison, I pull a ho with my gold voice
To show her my mansion, my custom Rolls Royce
I'm large, let me call up the President
Or Michael Jackson, or Frank Sinatra
With two hundred million dollars, baby I got'cha
A hot dog, now take a Coke and a frank
And if you think I'm a fool, what the fuck do you think
That you thought like Nellie, with her big belly
Walkin around smellin pissy and smelly
Givin it all you got, tryin to work and jerk
Flirt berzerk, you ain't fly
Because a fly has wings, and I'll swat 'em
Urinate on 'em and warn 'em twice to step to the next man
You got that problem from your ex-man
Billy Joe, Pickle Peter and Bob
I'm not a scrambler, a pickpocket, a thief
I just max at Hunt's Point, and clock on the East
Smack my bitch up
["Smack, my bitch up" - scratched in the background]
See that's all you had to do Ced
That's all you gotta do, I'm tellin you, WORD
[Ced Gee]
So it's that easy? Yo I kinda know what you talkin about Keith
I think I do, but uhh, bust this
