featuring Bobbito Garcia, Kool Keith, What What

[Kool Keith]

You know baby

I've been thinkin about you a lot

You know I've been doin a lot of.. private things on my own

Just me in the bathroom, by myself

You know, a little hands on experience

You know, just a little thing for myself

Yo, I'm six million dollars, rappin like I'm Steve Austin

Made of steel, diamonds glitter on the Ampex reel

Superchargin my brain cells, glowin extra large and

my afro sheen, skin color should be green

Girls in the backseat, with thongs stuck between they booboo

I'm rappin through you, on sidelines he's talkin to you

My finesse in Batmobiles, cruise with Adam West

Down Bronx streets and project buildings holdin flashlights

Daily newsies, pull your maxi's out, in the movies

Make you think fast, rub powder on your diaper rash

Catch you with stomachs out, bumps out, and Jimmy Craig'n

You still be beggin, with that body shaped, like an egg'n

Rhinoceros funk, with panties piled in the trunk

Playboy books with Black Tail, my boy, readin Hustler

I pull up with no Benz, just a Plymouth Duster

Cruisin around town, naked bumpin James Brown

Underwear light blue, scratchin balls with hands down

You see me comin passin rappers like I'm Mr. Drummond

On your street pee, your colored socks, smell like feet

Timberland boots walk in Bentley's with my space suits

Astronaut sneakers standin hard by the speakers

Kool Keith..

Chorus: Kool Keith (repeat 2X)

We got butlers with maids, condos built, in Brazil

Chrysler Cordovas, Monte Carlos on the hill

The raw ingredients, with hands on experience

with Nissan trucks, worth a hundred thousand bucks