Feel About You - Kool Keith

Yeah, Kool Keith

Oh yeah

Girl you know my name in all directions

The way I feel about you

Honey can take that, secret advice from me

The way I think about youuuu, and what you do

Executive upstairs, I deal with the same list

Broke people love MTV Cribs

Chewin a dollar fifty slice of pizza

A minor rapper dissin they low income lifestyle that’s rich

Fans that work at buck forty jobs;

braidin hair on the week

And they can’t afford hygiene products and cotton swabs

Fantasizin what it’s like to sip champagne

Quarter juice figures, livin through another monkey’s fame

Get my name straight, you should be ashamed

Layaway plan action, get ready for concerts you can’t afford

Struggle to buy that ring, another imposter

Diamond wannabe like necklace girl on the pre-paid

Cell phone with a fake gold chain

Caught up in illusion, fakin like a mothersucker

Oh my God!

Another Chrystler with the Hemi

To boost the ego, let that car be itself

You can’t turn it into a Rolls Royce Bentley, over stingy

Makin you spend gently;

women hover

Is that leather goose down to rubber?

I’ma investigate the fella, 40 percent rabbit

Your wife ain’t wearin a chinchilla

Nobody want they coat to get wet, step under the umbrella

Is the Rolex real?

What’chu gon' tell her

With them cheap suits you bought from Portabella

600 pounds with five stomachs

Big baller, in the leased Escalade painted vanilla

TV’s in the headrest

With 36 White Castle hamburgers, he can’t digest

Caught up in illusion, fake like a mothersucker

Everybody’s turnin groupie

Guys fight the girls to get in first

I hate to see a dude with a baseball cap jump the line

To get in the club like they carry a purse

Get to the front with no money

Turn around quick, they be the worst

The latest schedule, process material

Love to listen to the caviar and sushi rhymes

But just had a bowl of Frosted Flakes cereal

Songs that make you imagine you live imperial

The problem is the poor watch the many, extravagant videos

Facin the most highest celebrities, livin on they lows

There’s no turf and you ain’t plush flossin

K-Mart is the new place, your mom used to go to Woolworth

Caught up in illusion, fake like a mothersucker!