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[Kool Keith:] See, it's not for everybody But New York got these certain type of girls See I'm not the problem You don't put Keith in your mouth You look mad, your face poked out And I can't understand that Girl you goin out every night with a twisted face Lookin in the club for a husband Baby you're disturbed and buggin, turnin off every man you meet Your datin game is weak Lookin for Mr. Right, Mr. See-Through, Mr. Light Hussy you don't know everything, your mind stuck on some big wedding White house, and white picket fence Can't enjoy a simple walk at the mall, woman you on defense Can't fight the evil, overweight with 5 stomachs Classic New York girl, you're not a model, you're not equal You're not equal [Chorus: Keith singing] Lady thinks she's all that, and then some You think you all that Lady thinks she's all that, and then some You think you all that Songtexte[Kool Keith:] Dinner you eat entirely too much You turn me off with stress wrinkles in your forehead Your nasty mouth when you cuss Think you deserve a limo when you originally just material for the bus You never exercise but you want men to lust Like it's strictly about you Special things need a puppy dog to you You mad, probably cause this song I wrote is so true Just got a cellular phone like you doin somethin, brand new You already dark like a salon, water tan For overextreme actin your ugly rights, I oughta ban you I know your kind [Chorus] [Kool Keith:] I complain because you think you look good You don't even work out, you ain't everything Searchin for a dumb-ass man, to put up with your suitcase full of junk You're not exotic a regular squinched up face girl If I was him I wouldn't buy you anything, unappreciative And your dress style ain't creative Poppin your Doublemint gum, makes your character ghetto In reality don't get mad I'm dealin with an undercover bum, a sassy ass That needs more respect for herself We as men deserve a quiet person, it's hard to find class [Chorus] Aus Songtexte Mania