Текст, перевод и аккорды “Girl You Know”
- (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
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