Keith Sweat Unreleased Songs

[Rhett Espinoza]

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I know her I went to high school with her.Check this out, one time when I get time...um humYo girl, take off them drawers let's get busyI'm the road wrecker, they say "yo who is he?"Put on your boots and your fly little G-StringLike Snoopy Dog said, it's a G thingI gotta flip your lid, you turn dog style69, I grind, you come frog styleC'mon freak, I know you swing it every weekYour sticky underwear soggy in the west heatDon't let me come out to Oakland in a FriscoI don't care where, even in a discoYou pack panties and call your friends upI put you on the hood, now crank you Benz upYou know the flavor it's titty, titty bang, bangThis ain't no cartoon, chitty chitty bang, bangWash the cootie cat, watch the booty rat...yeah you know what?Chorus: Prepare, when i come with no underwear (Repeat 3x)Prepare when i comeNow you actin' up, I got the grease up in the bottleCome and get the work out you hot momma modelYou do aerobics, you gonna have to bend overSmack that butt, no rubbers bring ten overStop squeezing your lips and your legs togetherI wear my latex suit right in the bad weatherI let my seat vibrate, you on my motorcycleI have you buggin' and flippin' on your own cycleYou say, man oh Keith yo my kitten hurtLet's get on the grass and rugged dirtYou know I'm gentle girl easy no pain to beI heard you like it form the back coming anally Let's get a cheap hotel, let's get a cheap motelI got no time for show and tellYou better step up girl with clean pantiesDon't forget your Norforms girlChorus: (Repeat 6x)Yeah I'm standin' naked in the bathroomSweepin' your panties with a dust pan and broomYou leave a barrel of drawers I still sniff 'emYo Kurt stand back I need a tow truck to lift 'emI got lotion to pump and more VaselineMy fantasy to freak a honey using gasolineI know I scheme on 'em just like a proIf Dawn was home i'll send my role to En VogueI make ya jump up and down, yo Keith wind me upI'm in the closet, yo Keith come and tie me upI know you girls out there, I know you like it wellI like pancakes, I wonder how that cat smell?We in the dark, yo quick yo pull 'em to the sideYo make it snappy, your mom's waitin' in the rideYou better go home, get ready with the masengil I'm comin' naked, meet me on the hill!Chorus: (Repeat 8x)That's right, prepare when i come with no underwearEverywhere. look around as I dare, you stareThis ain't no drum you tap the snareThis ain't grey bear, look around, smell the airPrepare when i come with no underwear! 2. You Know The Game 03:57 lyrics buy track Pimp: Yo Keith, let me tell you sumthin' son: Rap is big business. They been signing wack M.C.'s since the begining of time. It's been goin' on, and it continues goin' on...I'm Rhythm X, Kool Keith, Papa Large same time the PhantomFour People in one, sometimes I can stand 'emMy lyrics spark the world on a station in your programGirls get wild, this ain't no slimey corny slow jamI walk around sometimes in Santa Cruz, California-I-A and drop the funky newsThe kids flowin' with speed like Jesse OwenMexican girls I love 'em mixed with Samoan I go cruz up the west going ta Oakland-TownPassin' Fremont the Caddy runnin' Oakland boundI Turn a right an make a left on a nice blockNo time for drugs cocaine and a nice rockI might lean to the side like i'm Super-FlySmoke no skag, i'm bugged and a Super-GuyI might flip out: My attitude changePeople in America, whoo they think i'm strangeI'm not no regular man or the average manI might trip-out, sometimes i think i'm BatmanChorus: Girl: You know the gameKeith: This time they gotta play it(Repeat 4x)I read my comic books, I bring my cartoons to lifeGangsters and Immortals they can bleed with a knifeI straight bug 'em my way, they live their fantasyI seen wilder stuff, what they tellin' me?That's just an act from them, they in a studioWildin' on wax and perpetratin' in they videoI hate to look at TV, I'm getting sleepyThey grabbin' Dr Dres' sound try' na get sneakyI see my style so different they can't take it2 million rappers and everybody wants to make it4 thirds are wack and stop and clog the industryYou wanna sign him? to me i think he sound like peeI was dissed and insulted at the Gavin800 wack M.C.'s (huh, huh) they kept me laughin'Playing and perpetratin' you thinkin' and debatin'All this time, no one and still has awakenedChorus (Repeat 6x)Flight in, flight out, every single night outLookin' at people jumpin' you puppets with no clout I got no deal in that part, no half a second movieI stay down low, my music touch still groovyI look at contracts what's up with Warner Brothers?My day on the sliver screens with condoms and more rubbersYou bet your socks again, this Bronx kid rocks againSmokin' that blunt your black lungs need oxygenWho you cool with, and stupid who you fool with?Never mind my mental friend i went to school withMy style is pro, connecting to a fessionalBreaking it down like tiny parts in a mineralI chill and watch M.C.'s, they don't see me2 hundred 80 million, a thousand try to be meYo company's are dumb, bum's signin' anythingIn the long run, you're stuck with a chicken wingWasting your money these acts they can't rhymeYou're dealing with cornflakes, a lemon head an limeEverybody's mean and walkin' up on the sceneThey're pure bacon, a brand new pack of sizzle leanI hate to walk on over and pull and pick your fileLike a bandit i wear a mask and vic your styleChorus (Repeat 8x)Pimp: Yeah, i hear what you sayin' man, you just gotta keep on doin' what you doin'With all these people runnin' the game, you just gotta play the gameGoldy know about that, you should know that too. Think about the real players... 3. Rubba Love 04:42 lyrics buy track The Voice Of Reason: Yeah check it out Kool Keith is back ya'll, Big Wille, Papa Large, kickin' the funk for you jealous people out there, check it out.I see you moving your feet, bopin' ya head, noddin ya head, dropin' ya head the sounds of the phantomKickin' on the dance floor you move and boogie moreI represent for the world like the president Strong as a bag of dust, style like and elephantNo rapper out there, M.C.'s on my public hairGirls stare section 8 i'm on welfareCollectin' papes and hearing wack city tapesYou in the fruit crew rappin' with a bunch of grapesI see M.C.'s on videos and the music boxThat story's weak that your mean and you're bustin' GlocksYou're just an old stone kid, pebble throwin' rocksI'd rather drive and ooh with your girl friendYour man is ugly the kid look like Gentle BenDon't get hype cuz your style man ain't my typeYou better step off I see it in your eyeChorus: Don't get jealous your heart pumps rubba love, rubba looove(Repeat 4x)Back again my friend I drop you spin the recordOne stations' confused and the others can't check itYou playin' stuff to me that sounds localI didn't even hear it down south in AcapulcoI write national you play it for the whole worldBrothers with the perm and girls with the Jheri CurlSo many rapper i have to call SandmanDo do in the pollo and everybody's wack manI watch BET and MTVAround the globe all the girls wanna see meI'm in your club tonight I can wear a suitWith my man Malik, L.O. spendin' mega lootMy pockets fat, my Caddy with a diamondback Mature honey's get wet wanna hit the sackI count 10 thou and throw it on a Coup De VilleI'm up in Burbank with acres out in Cherry HillI'm livin' stupid and people think I'm Bob BarkerWith my food stamps I'm home watchin' Archie BunkerMy neighbor's nosy that old lady RosieSucka's in the musical biz think they know meThey buyin' charts and flicks in the BillboardCan't rap for crap with nerve to hold a mic chordI cut radio waves with a Zoro SwordYou think I'm small lady in the red FordYou in the mirror lookin' in my faceAh ha, so that's how it is?Chorus x4Third and Lex I fix my radio a sudden changeThat R&B live band with singers sounds strangeEverybody's a fool if you think it's coolSittin' with Ex-Lax on the potty stoolI got tissue for you in the projectsPlayin' the bomb drinkin' Balantine XI see brothers in cars pump they AlpineThey bought Snoop Dog and want a free tape of mineShame on you baby paw you so cheapI hop in a Cadillac and drive up the streetI see my man, my tape he bought in his handHe got green stacks and props in a rubber bandI'm on the wheel side drivin' on the left sideCheckin' out honey dips and freaks on the westsideI got big blow and all sorts of Bubble YumBad breath kids step, rappers need chewing gumI'm like De La, droppin' kickin' more soulSounds are new and they drum machines sound oldLyrical dummies, I make 'em turn do a summyGirls surprised I'm black and I'm not bummyI ride the train and still flip out on your brainI move your dome to a lot lift it with a craneYou on my D head get back off my chisel Chic a chic awwweeeChorus x4The Voice Of Reason: Yeah this goes out to all the people in the world who are still jealous, Jealous of the next man, jealous of the next girlThat's right, still jealous, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! 4. From The Back 04:18 lyrics buy track Spanish Girl: Buena tienda ah. Compr un poquito de lingerie. Keith baby babyChorus: Give it all from the back, that's where it's allGive it all from the backGirl: You know it's fat(Repeat 2x)Hey yo girl you see me lookin' the freaky deaky phantomThe national sex line on phones when i plant 'emLovin' ya down from your head to your toesKissin' ya eyes i got my lips on your noseGirl I see ya really sweat your bra n panties wetAnd if you want me inside I got a condomI gotta shave you tonight, I wanna do it rightDon't make it hard the kitty kat tightCome jump around yo girl and grab my backI'm a show you some private shows and how to actGo get your two hands and put it on the kitchen tableYou givin' love to me don't wake up Aunt MabelI see you're sexy cherry with the black bootsI never perform positions eating fruit loopsChorus: (Repeat 2x)I know she Black, Mexican, mixed with Puerto RicanWith brown light eyes her wet middle hear me speakin'I must lick on her, make her be my Lolly-PopMake her moan and groan and say don't stopI gotta see a new purple funky garter beltHer warm inside, my rubber tell me how it feltI put the light on, her buns and let 'em shineI took her under my wings, now she's mineI give her clothes and pawn shop diamond ringsChinese food a dollar fifty on a chicken wingsI take her upstairs and max in the bath tubShe give me good love a kiss and a back scrubI wine and dine we drink the cheapest wineMad Dog, let's take a sip for the roadI'm bustin' off releasing all my heavy loadYou my student, jack it up in the airChorus: (Repeat 2x)Spanish Girl: Emm Keith Papi, i heard what you did to umm Mariay me dijo que le diste un besito en el... mmmmm...With dark black shades I'm layin' down in the bedWith your hot red shoes, you're playin' sleep like your deadI tap you once, you wake up real quickYour other hand there, your other hand on my...I see you down on you're knees going down lowYou look like Pam Grier young with-out an AfroI give you toys and games in a basketA big dildo a jammy made a plasticYou got the KY the man got the jellyRub it on, and watch me lick it off your bellyI like your mirrors and gold chandeliers I wanna make you my wifeChorus: (Repeat 2x)Spanish Girl: Put the cherry's in mi cosita por que...mmm... Sabe tan rico... I was telling Josie que.. Y le dije a Sonia que t tambin me hiciste la ffffff all night, I remember dnde me pusiste la miel. Oh yeah. And that cream, ha... mmmmm... Esa noche nunca la voy a olvidar. Pagar mis panties porque. 5. Big Eyes 03:58 lyrics buy track (Crazy Laughin') Yeah never less as i come in my green Cadillac with my purple cape un-circumcised with no rain coat, with no underwear, prepare for the PhantomWith yo big eyes ha huh ha huh, yeahAs I lyrical flip my body never wear underwear Girls stare I pluck in they public hairThe masquerade i'm crazy with a switch bladeI cut jaws the face of a wild sharkI love Cal Can "Roof!" can a dog barkI'll bite ya girl make a women catch rabiesThen eat Gerber from a jar like the babiesI like cereal, yo you Captin' CrunchJuggle my jellybeans, Yo captain munchI like roach spray mixed in my gin and juiceYou better go get spray and make it strongMy tractor trailer, my private piece is quite longChorus: I look around the corner and see your big eyes(Repeat 4x)As I masturbate every time about 8The last time I masturbated through the earthquakeI saw your picture girl Shirley Temple Jheri CurlYou walk around through a toilet and a do do worldI know the spokes are white a green CadillacPolka dot grey I'm satisfied I won't take it backI need the mustard from the WhataburgerI spell it backwards I take my girl to king burgerYou better rush on in an order friesBefore I get mad and start peein' in your eyesLike Gomer Pile, "Surprise, Surprise"You seen my drawers of course you see my rubberNo fat stretch marks I ain't the one you got the blubber"What the hell am doin' I telling you that?"Chorus: (Repeat 6x) Missile check I'm aimin' four to your rectumWith mexican beans collard greens I respect 'emYou hold the apples while girls pull they pants downI got a bottles of flies I'm throwin' ants downLike Joe said one time I'm drinkin' straight rumChewin' they embryo, actin' like it's bubble gumI get inside, bark and crank the truckCruz up the highway, you out there you stuckYou ain't the one I got no cables no gooseLook in the back I got no room, see my mooseI better hide what's left at 7 ElevenCall the ranger, the phantom at 11He got black boots and stains on my turtle-neckMy mink is yellow and tan female birds peckI got no rags to clean I love the vomitIt makes me sexy, my underwear atomicYou smell the rose, I'm smellin' cookin' flowerI call your house and let it ring for an hourI got to clean up my house set the mouse trapsI know one he's grey and cool and the mouse rapsI seen 'em seen 'em I seen 'em through peripheral vision(Crazy Laughing)Chorus: (Repeat 8x) Yes, stop peepin' around in my window, I see you lookin'I got no shades, he's comin' after me (More Crazy Laughing)Yeah huh huh, I see you, stop peepin' in my windows(Who's there) All my neighbors, I hear voices (Stay out my business)Little people talkin' to me (More Crazy Laughing) Stay out my businessI be going to see the doctor tomorrow, (incoherent ramblings) 6. Droppin' Seeds 03:32 lyrics buy track Yes, I must come, put the toys away. check it out one time, let me get biz, what's this who this? it's me the man yeah deliverin' every plan, check it out one time, bust a rhymeI be the phantom known as the brother to racer xWhen girls fantasize my horror, they want sexAbilities, a new tissue thank you pleaseMy bang, bang, bang with hammers on my grill cheeseYou see me nude in fact i'm takin' Theragram Eatin' my pet cat and old virginia hamYo lady, i'm ready for beans and rice yo thank you mamYo Sam yo check them panties, yo black smell 'emIf they funky what you want me to tell 'em?I seen her walking down town in my complexion Cute thing, pitty pattin' my erectionShe had to put out the cat and pour the milk outLick, lick, lick, i'm comin' naked with my silk outDon't try to pay me no mind yo healthy country girlWe can play games, how bout me jerkin' off in wayne's world?I see you ready like Eddie, I take you butt to beddyNow put these freak boots on with you black teddyI'm comin' home droppin' seeds on fat waxChorus: I'm comin' home droppin' seeds on the fat wax(Repeat 4x)Look out i'm comin' with my Mexican sombreroBuritto, borado, my green El DoradoI'm runnin' valley streams into Denver ColoradoYou play out you toy pimps you bums better stay outI got styles and fingers on the panty lineYou wear cologne your White Diamond smell fineYou hip and hop up, don't make the steel pop upIf you was biscuits with gravy you get sloped upYo wake up, yo pay me your semen's getting wetter I write 'em at home and send a funky sexy letterYou gotta go home your baby stay is real earlyI'm not Larry, Moe or Three Stooge, I ain't CurlyChorus: (Repeat 6x)Yo get up yo girl, no time to get no sleepAnswer your pager it's naked man on your beepI'm comin' cummin' baby runnin' runnin' won't you pump it?You thump it you bigga 'ol butt you thump bassMy exciting moments releasing stuff on your faceI'm cummin' bam, bam and ridin' like a rowdy cowdyYou on a horseback and girls step up sayin' howdyI go for miles and miles, I pack piles and pilesYou know it's cold out, I come to turn the heat onYo girls step back, change panties turn the beat onChorus: (Repeat 8x)That's right, comin' home, check it out one time with this rhymeLyrically I flow, but not like, you know, white like snow, kid when i come around blow, but my name ain't Joe making pizza dough 7. Why You Frontin'? Featuring Slimm 03:39 lyrics buy track Slim: Yo wassup this Slim, uh oh you don't know me now? So what, I..oh it's like that, Oh ok, ok I see thatI never thought that honey would be playin' I ain't wid it Forget it, it really don't mean much for me to hit itCheck the resume, baby they don't call me slim for nothin'Somethin' in her nature had me thinkin' she be frontin'But last time I checked I had status but she thinks she's the baddest black, And I ain't havin' that, dig itBaby what's ya function, cuz I know you be watchin' me from a far when i was coolin' at the barI am who I are, but I ain't a super-starIt's like I wasn't born yesterday, why you tryin' playNow maybe if I kicked the dummy roll then You won't be so cold on the shoulder, but now you best move overCuz I'm older then you think, think about itBut now you be the one that's lookin' dumbSo Keith give 'em someChorus:Keith: Honey tell me wassupSlim: Now girl why you frontin'?(Repeat 4x)Keith: Yeah baby, you just fronted on my manI'm Keith with the ill pack droppin' funk out the CadillacYo Slim tell her, she ain't fly need the glass eyeI can see the plastic she don't us a prophylacticHangin' out thinkin' she could meet WesleySuper star movie star, she pulls up in the average car A green Pinto, license plate say SacramentoWho's the person in da club beggin' for a drink?Givin' an eye wink to the brother with a gold linkHer friends lookin' at the parkin' lot the silver BenzI'm a regular nigga I ain't got no endsI must be bald look like Bozo The ClownI'm not your average jerk, you need a job go to workChorus: (Repeat 6x)Keith: Back again I'm here I still could be on welfare You don't care walin' by, the wind blowin' in your hairLookin' for Sylvester, Arnold Schwarzenegger A Rolls Royce parked, you left your man in his VegaWhat kind of class did your mom teach ya home training?You walkin' home tonight, awe man it's rainin'Slim: But don't blame the rain because you're weave is looseAnd your nails are pressed-on cuz yo i got the juiceTo get another one that looks just like yaSo I don't really sweat the situation, cuz girl you got me basin'But how ya like me now, now you know what's goin' onI'm not a trick, not a sucker, not a slip word it bornYour game is mad young for a second I can see if you were maybe 16, you be trippin' nah mean?But Hey it's your life you can choose who you wannaBut I'm gonna get to goin' cuz I'm knowin' how ya flowin'Ya flowin' is a joke, ya program is brokeSo peace girl, I'll see ya on a later note (laughing)Chorus: (Repeat 8x)Slim: Yo Keith let me tell you, I was cold swingin' it with baby girl in the club right, but don't you know here comes Charles Barkley messin' my groove all upShe runnin' over to Chuck because is Benz is silver and my Mazda's greenBut that's all cool though because I wasn'r givin' a five cent for cheese on a Big Mack, it's all good yo ceck this out here...Keith: Man I was pulled up man with my black rag-top in my orange volkswagen man with my little mag rims, man nobody looked at me 8. Remember Me? 04:26 lyrics buy track Keisha: Hey wassup Tori?Tori: Yeah Wassup Keisha?Keisha: You heard about this party tonight?Tori: Yeah once again it's on!Keisha: Hey Saquille gone be there, you know we about to gank him for his moneyTori: Yeah and I heard R Kelly is gonna be there tooKeisha: Let's get pregnant and have they babies, alimony, child supportTori: Yeah that's what I'm talkin' about a little bit 'a child supportKeisha: Pay us all your life...Remember me back in the days, I used to call youPractically beg you, to try to get with youI got your pager number, "Rah Rah" let's rip it upHoney's let's toast to this and fellas, let's sip it upHow's ya kid, ugly man or the babies?I got chauffeur working with a pearl white MercedesYes I do, my lines you can't get throughGettin' beat up by your man your eyes are black and blueLike OJ did Nicole, you're home lookin' oldUsing detergent, the soap powder called BoldYou got nuthin' right now, tryin' milk a cowSix phones in the house, how ya like me now?Getting served in bed deserts on the head3 time winner naked star I'm a thorough-bredChorus: Girls: Remember me?Keith: No I don't, where I know you from?(Repeat 7x)Girls: I know you remember me!Keith: No, I don'tContinuing you was all that, you got the right manThe kids are starvin', bills are comin' where's superman?Ridin' around hittin' switchesTalkin' ta broads and all them other fake shhh...You was the women one time always hung with starsHung in the bars, and rode in all the flyest carsTryin' be somebody, who you're notYou only know a person when his status levels' hotWhen the party come, you on the guest listA regular member your home-girls like to disYou'd like to give a shout out to your boy friendThe Box is on, I hate to see your ugly face againNow you're tryin' meet the Ewing and the Ant MasonThe whole Nick team, you steady dream keep chasin'So annoying in fact, security gets you backAround high class folks you don't know how to actKeepin' it real, my pockets with a dollar billI ride in a cab, I see you walkin' up the hillYou got much to say, gossip mouth everydayGo out dutch and all the fellas make 'em pay?Too much ladies who still weak in the brain?Now you turn on your TV, now you see me on Soul TrainChorusKeisha: Girl look there go Shaquille right there I be back, I'm about to go get them digitsTori: Yeah girl you go do that, cuz that's all he can do for you anywayKeisha: And you know it!Not you, drinkin' Moet and actin' quietWith your lips on that glass, I bet your life you didn't buy itWalking around with your bag from the Conway34th street, you suck your teeth, turn your eye awayLookin' for the funny Joe, in his rideI'm on your case that that old show Iron SideHangin' in Harlem eatin' chickenWaiting for your kids father, checks in your WIC inCallin' up kids for Hot 97 tixTryin' swindle, sneak up in the mixBeggin' in clubs for the front seatLivin' that life style, like pants without a creaseYou on some new stuff I pull up and I call your bluffLookin' like that cartoon, the one they call Puff 'N' StuffI walked around, yo who did I see?The same person in my face with her friends callin' meChorusKeisha: Shaquille, look at Shaquille Junior, look at 'em he got your eyes, you must pay up now baby, yeah you did the crime, now do the timeTori: Don't try yo fake the funk you know it's your baby, you got the money so why don't you pay up?Keisha: Oh he gone pay up ain't cha? Yeah you are, cuz it's yours! 9. Freak It 04:07 lyrics buy track Yo what's goin' on? I seen what yous was doing, what's goin' on on the corner, how's work out there? Yeah i'm a see you tonight, take care, you know...alrightHey Big Louie, Joey The Man the master mackI got them broads with legs up in a CadillacI turn 'em doggy style, I turn 'em doggy wildI bought 'em somethin' to eat I made 'em smileThey wanna dance double check in a local barThat's my scene the phantom in a Go Go BarLike Luke said I got ta take a sky walkerPumps and bumps, action man I'm no talkerYou seen Benny around, he owe my honey's moneyI'm here for business, yo boss go get Big SonnyI'm into movies, yo Kurt start the camcorderTake of those panties, yo baby start the tape recorderI'm into Dannon yo girls taste the yogurtI don't come quick, professionals control itAnd who's these singers singin' up in my clubFreak it honey rated xChorus: Freak it honey (with girl) Rated x(Repeat 4x)Now put this teddy on, this red and black baby dollWith your high heel shoes, don't worry you won't fallI must admit cha, I have to take a pictaWhen you walk away , I see your left eye switch aI must say you are ready fro bondageAs I pull your hair and watch you stretchYou look around see the mask of the phantomThe skills to your bedroom, I must plant 'emI look in windows and views with binocularsI seen you wash up one time and a spot you missYou don't know, I seen you in a videoWith MC Hammer, my man Joe, here we goI know you see me, I drive a green CadilliacWith Tender Vittels, you bound to catch a mack smackYo where's Wille at, the blunt and the Phillie at?I got employees with me selling kitty katC'mon girl, jump i like a groupieNo basket ball star, yo man she ain't doofyC'mon and see the player swinger showForget them slow jams yo f that singer showI come lay in the spot with now drawersFreak it honey rated xChorus: (Repeat 6x)Hey yeah come here love, let me tell you a little bit of somethin' in your ear one time (Girl: yeah), I'm a tell ya a little something, let me tell ya, come here My pockets loaded I'm leanin' rollin' in a CaddyThe P-I-M-P flex the phantom mack daddyI seen her walk in the clubs with through hipsYo Pepsi Cola come here lem me take sipsGet up there girl, yo work it, yo work it when you tap danceCome on and sit down the owner want a lap danceI tip big don't get me mad you smoke a cigYo Big Ben drops checks and Franky drive a rigI'm swingin' intimate, I got the east coastYo hand me that phone control 'n panties on the west coastI got no lyrical time, aye yo you waste timeI got a meet 'n with some business on my mindI got this taste for greens to feel a bill Money in rubber bands you people think i'm illI'm keepin' close to home she in a CadillacI'd rather live well with big steaks in a stackYo Jack yo give me some credit, put your bet upI got 'em all dancin' freaky Dee's workin' sweat upIt's easy baby three records get you liveMake 'em spend second pockets and step if they get jiveI close down tonight, you stop that fools fightIf you come in wild, don't play you bring it rightI pull your card, pluck your feathers and your crap gameLeavin' you cold with no diamonds and your goldDon't touch my women Franky, play with my moneyFreak it honey rated xChorus: (Repeat 8x) 10. Time For Business 04:20 lyrics buy track Emz: Yo Keith B, they got your phones tapped, they got he camera's everywhere, yo your whole joint is under surveillance. But i was peepin' it out and yo, i think i can fix it, know what i'm saying. Let me get busy; Then we can get busy.Keith: I'm still the player, the mayor, the street corner government.Increase my growth, my style is dap, so intelligentFierce with diamonds and rings sparkle on my fingerI pose with Ho's, my Lager and my Feld LingerThe big casino, with mega loot like Al PacinoSharing stocks and trading bonds with the whole GambinoRosa Maria pass me the pizza, for girls who front I tell 'em hasta la vistaRiding with the stupid funk, is it real?My trunk full of Mack Ten's, grenades made of steelI got more cash then Clinton, pay off the FBIMy game top notch, the phantom known slick and slyI got a house in LA, and one in New YorkSnitches around, I must be careful when I talkI got the number to call Elizabeth TaylorMy movie star girl friend, my mobile home trailerYou call your lawyer, let's handle make a settlementIt's time for business, your man got to step backChorus:Keith: It's time for businessEmz: Your man got to step back(repeat 4x)Closing deals on Capitol Hill, I spin the wheelI shock point blank range, just like a street electric eelI chew your face off, just like a great white sharkAtomic lights on, my Caddy bouncin' in the darkThrough 125 and down another live streetYou in Hollywood, neon lights shine on Vine StreetI ride around see my jealous type enemiesSome friends of mines on drugs and bad memoriesSammy L and Teddy's back sniffin' cocaineThey die from heart attacks with bullets in they brainI keep rollin' with the phantom face cryin'Laughin' and gigglin' while everybody's dyin'Who told you open that tube and try to sniff the glue?You in emergency, the room is turnin' dark blueWith black potion, I look into the oceanMy fast life style is watchin' you in slow motionYou got the ketchup, you standing with no french friesMarked for death, with glasses on your dirty eyesI don't know in Jackie's bar who killed Mr GreenI was home with my girl friend named BernadineDon't try to pin it on me, come on Ben CaseyI'm workin' 9 to 5, the fed's think i'm lazyI know my game, I'm mad freaky undercoverExotic psycho, and California panty loverI see the news and blood drippin' from my shoesHe messed up money jack, i'm not the one to pay his duesChorus x6Now detectives appear they want a firm investigationThey tappin' my white phone for secret informationI get no sleep accumulatin' millions in a weekI walk by, you think I'm blind and I never speakI see you scopin' my eye in the back of my headTwo blocks away, yo look around, now he's deadEverybody's scheme is all vanilla ice creami catch you on the highway, put on my high beamYou see voodoo, you drop doo doo and a man appearHappy birthday, goodbye in your last yearAs I stand by your Hearst with the black coffinYou been sinning, winning, and flirting with the devil oftenI hold the spirits, the son