Lyrics:

[Kool Keith] Yeah.. so you called me last night You was kinda confused huh? You didn't know what to do All excited over these football players and baseball players Whassup? You lookin for a million dollars or somethin? Man you kinda confused Freak mode! I'ma have sex, so let em feel Touch my private, my thing made of steel Shootin gizm, she ride like a Geo Prism I'm out in Cali, San Bernardino Valley I'm on the hill, not North in Peteskill Big Willie servin, now tell me how you femmes feel I'm in the Cadillac, drivin in a droptop People don't know my style, watch when they heads bop I'm on the highway, girls pull em down my way Credit cards and checks, man she get paid on Friday The woman's out, the Phantom pushin more clout I'm watchin ? with Sam, drinkin Guinness Stout Bourban booze, green alligator shoes Union comissioned sex, government intelligence What you see girl, that Benz is irrelevant Materialistic, ugly man is plastic No class, in a suit, cost rather cheap Got the nerve to blow the horn and he try to beep Interfere, in my spot, and he's comin here She's in the white boots, breathin in my ear Chorus: Kool Keith Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt (4X) [Kool Keith] No affections, condom style, I got no yeast Worldwide trunk funk, no jazz on the East Breakin honies down, mackin here to Petersberg Virginia Slim, turn the freaks out in Lynchburg With brown bootie, Joe Smith, hit from Pittsburgh The right player, even if I choose odds Let me shuffle jackpots, women pick the cards Your hydraulic butt, bounce like a six-trey I'm on the case, jealous man steppin in my way Hot pursuit, why she play her