Smack My Bitch Up

[Ced Gee] A-yo Keith, you know where we come from Girls are nice, they know how to act But I notice on Earth, if you treat a girl right, you know They try to play you, and act like they all that So what should I do about this, my brother? [Kool Keith] Ced, all of 'em ain't like that But you know what I do with the ones that are? Oh man! [Scratched hook] ("Smack my bitch up") ("Like a pimp") [Ced Gee] Yo I know what you mean, but uh Yo just like further elaborate it [Kool Keith] Ah fuck it, I'm like Steve the Wildman Fuck the bitch that has no style man A mega-pimp, the biggest pimp in New York Everywhere I go, you follow where I walk On Madison, I pull a ho with my gold voice And 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 ya 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 a big belly Walking around smelling pissy and smelly Giving it all you got, trying to work and jerk Flirt, berserk, you ain't fly Because 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 [Scratched hook] [Kool Keith] See that's all you had to do, Ced That's all you gotta do, I'm telling you, word [Ced Gee] So it's that easy? Yo I kinda know what you talking about, Keith I think I do, but uh, bust this And sum it up with just one verse, {?} Ultra Just listen, listen, listen! [Ced Gee] 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's 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, wearing a jimmy hat Charge you a fee cause Ced Gee is a mega mack Gamma pimping the bitches who haven't got A clue 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 having this I 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'mma shoot the gift, cut the riff, a girl ain't legit? I'mma smack the bitch [Scratched hook] [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] Yo man, you's a sick brother man, you know That's how I feel, but you know what? I like this smacking the bitch thing You 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 Quatorze, freaky dominant chocha With all the spanish rice and beans from Goya I'm chilling, like the motherfucking mack and Furs and diamonds, the bundles I'm packing Small to large, I'm coming so gigantic Sailing across, stepping down the Atlantic A mega-pimp, pushing hoes like records Up and down, side to side, North and South East to West, coming 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 though Rhymes to move on, flowing to Hollywood Shake up the boulevard, and then they say how you could Pull up in eight cars, a truck and a bus "You must be crazy, man!" (Hey, you fucking with us?) Going mega-pimp, hanging out with the government Paying my taxes, and thinking intelligent For the upscale, 20 billion a day Smack my bitch up [Scratched hook]