| You know the outcomeGirl, you know the game and when you start to run
 Who is this new guy? Thinkin' he's funky
 He ain't nothin', girl, you know
 
 Rappers who freestyle forever
 Can't afford to buy a cup of cocoa, admire my leather
 Your girl get wetter, touchin' my custom made chains
 Your lip gloss on my Italian sweater
 
 I know you hate me already, go debate me with Freddie
 DJ's gonna act like little feminine in more places
 Bought the high heels, on the hard concrete
 Remove your women's bra, feel chest
 
 Wipe your eyeliners off your baseball cap
 The Starter jacket don't match yo' faces
 You put the thongs on, move your panty protectors in the right places
 Terror in America, feel my drama, defecate on your baby's momma
 
 I sport the real gators, Lou Casey and Tony Llama
 Y'all act like divas with a flat ass like Madonna
 Party whereabouts, don't ask me
 Hold your Zippendales, this ain't Chippendales
 Y'all Flippendales, move slow like snails
 Thongs show your girl's tails, y'all blaze L's
 
 Girl you know, the man ain't funky
 But the brother is whack yo
 What you tell your man, girl?
 
 Remington blows with shells
 Big Hank movin' dank comin' up the road with a full tank
 Make your girl buy another drink
 Joe Grieco, we break neck-o, hand your wife the peppermints
 Who represents y'all can't close to me one inch
 
 Y'all need to sit down on the wood like Johnny Bench
 Y'all know the Borden family, your fiance drive a Camry
 Your hype man name is Annie
 Your producer in the background wear the black panties
 No time for the clean up service or nannies
 
 Girl you know, the man ain't funky
 But the brother is whack yo
 What you tell your man, girl?
 
 Feeble position wackster, what's up blackster
 Lyrical master, asshole plaster
 You a known hitter, with the first base glove
 Your mom with the catcher's mitter
 Pamper for your babysitter
 
 Foul smells, your house smell like cat litter
 Don't get bitter, I move and get rid of
 Can't flow average, maverage
 Rabid food, vegetable particles, final cabbage
 You got the nerve to rap like you live in Paris
 
 Standard reels, I clown dummies
 When your first advance is in your deal
 Stage level, stiff with no skills
 A bird with beak and bills
 I crush you from New York
 All the way out to Hollywood Hills
 
 Girl you know, the man ain't funky
 But the brother is whack yo
 What you tell your man, girl?
 
 Kool Keith, whatever, like rappers say
 Like Big Daddy Kane say rappers steppin' to me
 They wanna get some, you know the outcome
 You wanna get some, you know the outcome
 HATA BİLDİR
 
 
 
 
 
 
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