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[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 SongtexteBecause 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 And sum it up with just one verse, {?} Ultra Just listen, listen (I'm listening) So if a bitch try to play me like a dum dum All she'll get is a face full of cum cum Cum cum sticky, wet and drippy A face full of hickies, she'll never kiss me Cause when you try to jerk me, you lose I haven't got time for that so I choose To get a quick nut, wearin a jimmy hat Charge you a fee cause Ced Gee is a mega mack Gamma pimpin, to bitches who haven't got Know how to live when you treat 'em right from the start So bust this, trust this, justice If the bitch ain't shit you must get even like me, cut her off or train her right If you can choose, you must whip her every night All jokes aside, Ced Gee, I'm not havin this Got no time for games, I'd rather get Money and money, and then more money Ced Gee ain't no dummy, and you'll never run me I'ma shoot the gift, cut the riff A girl ain't legit - I'ma smack the btich ["Smack, my bitch up" - scratched in the background] [Kool Keith] Yeah, that's what you had to do, that's all you had to do man That'll relieve a lot of the problem You had to smack the bitch [Ced Gee] [laughing] Yo baby, youse a sick brother man That's how I feel, but you know what? Just smackin a bitch up, y'know what? Why don't you tell me some more about this [Kool Keith] Now let me see now, how much I got in my stash One million, 20 million, 30 million, 40 million Hmm, I'll never marry an ass Fuck it, let's take a ride on the cruise Go out to Puerto Rico and drink some booze Divorcee, freaky dominant chocha With all the spanish rice and beans from Goya I'm chillin, like the motherfuckin mack and furs and diamonds, the bundles I'm packin Swass and large, I'm comin so gigantic Sailin across, steppin down the Atlantic I'm mega-pimp, pushin hoes like records Up and down, side to side, North and South East and West, comin out fresh, like I'm oxygen Now you see who rocks again Time and time I gotta circle the blocks again Pick up the bitch with the heavier cash flow Stop and go, keep my bank and my stash {?} Rhymes to move on, flowin to Hollywood Shake up the boulevard, and then they say how you could pull up in 8 cars, a truck and a bus "You must be crazy man!" (Hey, you fuckin with us?) Goin mega-pimp, hangin out with the government Payin my taxes, and thinkin intelligent For the upscale, 20 billion a day Smack my bitch up ["Smack, my bitch up" - scratched in the background] [Ced and Keith conversate in the background too low to hear to end] Aus Songtexte Mania