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Make Up Your Mind - Kool Keith



     
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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 confusedFreak 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 ValleyI'm on the hill, not North in Pete skill
Big Willie servin', now tell me how you femmes feel
I'm in the Cadillac, drivin' in a drop top
People don't know my style, watch when they heads bopI'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 stoutBourbon booze, green alligator shoes
Union commissioned sex, government intelligence
What you see girl, that Benz is irrelevant
Materialistic, ugly man is plasticNo 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 earMake up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
Make up your mind, who you want to pump the buttNo affections, condom style, I got no yeast
Worldwide trunk funk, no jazz on the East
Breakin' honies down, mackin' here to Petersburg
Virginia Slim, turn the freaks out in LynchburgWith 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 treyI'm on the case, jealous man steppin' in my way
Hot pursuit, why she play herself? Get the boot
Actin' like Troop, he say he signed with a group
He wrote for Babyface, did songs, toured with SnoopLyin' to you to get thrilled
Droppin' them old lines, his breath smell like doodoo
I got a style if a brother wanna know
Smokin' that stink blunt, you still sniffin' blowNose runnin' on time with green slime
Step in the club, I throw urine on your mind
Big Luciano, diamond rings on the grand piano
Girls flock and guys hop on the other jockI'm in a two door, with bass comin' through your block
Sound kicks, I got the fly broads in the mix
California butt, MC's suckin' more what
Like Gerald Levert, you try to make it workJheri Curl Jones, spendin' cash on a skirt
Plan to win, whassup with Uncle Ben?
Brother is sly, fatback bacon
Still fakin', his voice chords achin'You know I'm perplex, exotic on Ampex
Dog style champ, hittin' booty for butt sex
I can't disguise myself like Michael Jackson
The flasher, are you ready for action?Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
Make up your mind, who you want to pump itI got a summons, my clothes is off, I'm butt naked
In a discotheques, don't tell me ladies can't take it
Just to have my drawers in a overcoat
My El Dorado lean, the black caddy floatDown the hill with Frankie Dolla Bill
Honies in red zone, tell me how them drawers feel
Suckin' on the hippie, on the Mississippi
Econo Lodge, a cheap way to get a quickieFive and five, equal ten
Add twenty up, I'm back in the spot again
Blowin' it up, I drop my own bomb
Two big green mitts, and tails on my armYou in my way my man, yo B excuse me
I didn't call your girl, why accuse me?
I think you're insecure, not sure
If your girlfriend's home, if she's knockin' at my doorBack in your ride, no apartment, no place to wash
You can't clean, tell 'em black
He don't know yet, my discipline, how to act
Stack with fume, and twenty-four flicks
You can't win, takin' shots like the KnicksI'm old enough with skills to be your daddy
Go ask grandma, your freaky Aunt Sally
Pretty woman standin' there with her ugly man
I don't want to shake his handMake up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
Make up your mind, who you want to pump the buttMake up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt
Make up your mind, who you want to pump it

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An original member of New York's new-school pioneers the Ultramagnetic MC's, "Kool" Keith Thornton is best known as a solo rapper. His signature style is stream-of-consciousness lyrical flow and complex vocals, two skills that earn him a perennial nod from the underground hip-hop community. The average Kool Keith album is peppered with bizarre, disjointed, even delusional or disassociated themes, concepts, and references. Nearly all of his albums incorporate a satirical dislike for more commercialized strains of hip-hop, as well as major record labels.

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