Girl take a seat I mean get comfortable I hope you learn fast And take it real slow Chorus: See I know what you want girl I know what you need Your man
Feeling like a fool {don't cry man} I just fucked judy's mother, and judy's in night school Like keith I make the ladies sweat What yo learn about women
Puttin thugs in ditches When my trigger finger itches I got a rep that make police jet Known to get a priest wet I never beg for pussy like Keith Sweat
Brian McKnight, I can get that nigga anytime Have Keith sweating, staring down the barrel from my nine Since these Harlem World niggaz seem to all be fam I put the gun to Cardan tell him, "Tell your man
Yeah, Kool Keith, Diesel Truckers Kutmasta Kurt, c'mon It's real big, brand new, yeah Trunk funk for the Jeeps, baby Let's roll out, let's go I'm that
Hot, hot, Keith Sweat Hot, hot, hit district Hot, hot, Royalty Hot, hot, come on No, no Yea, yea Hundred percent girl, listen There's a thin line when
He don't deserve it) Hell nah So take it off your neck 'Cause Goddamn, you ain't comin' correct What's this, a sucker duck holdin' a mic? And like Keith Sweat
tell your man that you?ve found somebody new (Yeah Yeah girl). Go and tell your man that you?ve found somebody who. (Go and tell your man). Go and tell your man
[Royalty] Hot, hot, Keith sweat Hot, hot, hit district Hot, hot, Royalty Hot, hot, come on, uh [Keith Sweat] No Yeh, yeh 100 percent girl, listen There
(Yeeaaahhh!) Watch my rocks What's my M-O? (Always hot) As for my flow? (It don't stop) Am I good to go? (Not my loss) [Hook: Keith Sweat] Nobody can
so lonely in a major way? You know this shit was real and you know it baby I didn't wanna baby, And it drive you crazy Even though you gotta man you forever
head up on ha body make u jump up off duh dressah Stop playn girl, Give me duh cash befo u nevah get a phone call, Turn off dat keith sweat n let me
[Kool Keith:] Baby this is Keith, but not SWEAT I wanna tell you how I feel about you How I rub my fingers through your pretty hair Tell you how I really
(feat. Keith Sweat, R.O.C.) [JD talking to R.O.C.] [JD] I'm feelin' that 2x, is you wit' me? I'm the type you see at the bar, fresh, buyin' it up And
[Kool Keith] Don't hurt 'em - don't hurt 'em Kool Keith... yeah New York City in the house California in the house Texas in the house Miami in the house
Keith, Diesel Truckers Kutmasta Kurt, c'mon! It's real big, brand new! Yeah Trunk funk for the Jeeps baby Let's roll out, let's go! [Kool Keith] I'
born into this life of crime Money murder and mayhem go hand in hand, you better feel me These niggas real G (these niggas REAL G) Contractions is yo
my right Keep it real.. represent what? My nuts (2X) [Kool Keith] I got utensils, back up kid, yo guard your rectum I'm crazy out here, mental man