Smack My Bitch Up

[Kool Keith]

Ced all of 'em ain't like that

But you know what I do to the ones that are? AWW MAN!

["Smack, my bitch up" - scratched in the background]

[Ced Gee]

Yo I know what you mean, but uhh

Yo just like further your [?]

[Kool Keith]

Aww fuck it, I'm like Steve the Wildman

Fuck the bitch that has no style man

I'm mega-pimp, the biggest pimp in New York

Everywhere I go, you follow wherever I walk

On Madison, I pull a ho with my gold voice

To 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'cha

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 her big belly

Walkin around smellin pissy and smelly

Givin it all you got, tryin to work and jerk

Flirt berzerk, 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

["Smack, my bitch up" - scratched in the background]

See that's all you had to do Ced

That's all you gotta do, I'm tellin you, WORD

[Ced Gee]

So it's that easy? Yo I kinda know what you talkin about Keith

I think I do, but uhh, bust this

And sum it up with just one verse, {?} Ultra

Just listen, listen (I'm listening)

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 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, wearin a jimmy hat

Charge you a fee cause Ced Gee is a mega mack

Gamma pimpin, to bitches who haven't got

Know 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 havin this

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'ma shoot the gift, cut the riff

A girl ain't legit - I'ma smack the btich

["Smack, my bitch up" - scratched in the background]

[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]

[laughing] Yo baby, youse a sick brother man

That's how I feel, but you know what?

Just smackin a bitch up, y'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

Divorcee, freaky dominant chocha

With all the spanish rice and beans from Goya

I'm chillin, like the motherfuckin mack and

furs and diamonds, the bundles I'm packin

Swass and large, I'm comin so gigantic

Sailin across, steppin down the Atlantic

I'm mega-pimp, pushin hoes like records

Up and down, side to side, North and South

East and West, comin 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 {?}

Rhymes to move on, flowin to Hollywood

Shake up the boulevard, and then they say how you could

pull up in 8 cars, a truck and a bus

"You must be crazy man!" (Hey, you fuckin with us?)

Goin mega-pimp, hangin out with the government

Payin my taxes, and thinkin intelligent

For the upscale, 20 billion a day

Smack my bitch up

["Smack, my bitch up" - scratched in the background]

[Ced and Keith conversate in the background too low to hear to end]