Jocking My Style - Kool Keith

Hey y’all what’s happenin you understand me?

You know who the fuck this is

This is Mr. Motherfuckin Whitefolks, you understand me?

About to hit you with some brand new intro type shit

For two thousand and fo', ya understand me?

Y’all ready, and it goes somethin like this

What you say, what you know, ho give me some dough

Don’t be slow, knee deep snow

Social security to Edgar Allen Poe

Nina Ross payin the cost

Pussy without dick is pimpin that’s lost

Like a cell that’s tossed

Kris to the Kross, I’m a player that’s boss

Don’t care what you say about me

50 said I was a P-I-M-P

It’s that way Snoop, fucked your bottom bitch, Betty Boop

Downtown in the loop, a loss you can’t recoup

Many are called but few are chosen

Frostbite, and toes got frozen

In here 'til closin

Work keyhole, 'til I get in shape

5th Avenue parade, ticker tape

Straight laced, no chase

Perry Mason took your place

Perform plastic surgery, you got a new face

Lollipop suckers, ice cold motherfuckers

Haven’t paid enough dues to be in this club

Had to get a six inch sub

All the whiteboys think they’re cooler than me

Impossibly impossibility

Who would you rather be facin

Freddie or Jason

Do you like steak sauce on your steak?

Are you real or fake?

I’ll pour the A-1

And pimp on you, from day one

Gimme my money, my weed, my drank — bitch!

What the fuck you thank?

It’s, Mr. Whitefolks, and I keep it pimpin man

La-da-da-deee, la-da-da-dahhh

Chilly Chill, 7th Vail

Kool Keith, and Mr. H

Yeah yeah…