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]