Classy - Kool Keith, Kidmiddi, Mr. Klutch

Girl you know I’m big headed, souped up to d T

D Grammy Awards watch me repeat it, George Kooney award

Just me an ma rhymes kiss, like Rihanna and Chris

You know I do dis for breakfast, d waiters gotta have butter on ma grits

Gave the greatest day starter kits, they be got d mom I miss

Livin up in d grand high like lil Rich

The maze know us elders, most rappers tryin to come up from the bottomless pit

When I hear em thay all saying ma shh, the man who love Toni Braxton mother

Charge MCs to see me man you gotta pay a cover

Sittin in d Cadillac 16 wit Magnum rubbers, yo girl prepare supper

Soul food back out, they outta style they old, see they old school

Yea, ah-ha, they be classified

All d money I been gettin all d places I’d invented

Yea, we classified

All the females I be touchin, the topics been discussin

Yea we classified

Classified, classified

Yea, they all been a lie

Here lil boy, here’s yo pacifier

Yea, yea but I’m classified, classified

The way I’m feelin, matches no other feelin

Livin d high life, what you thinkin bout gettin

Coppin a lamborghini I’m hopin they never see me, broke

Unless they hear it from me on ma first CD

Girl hey your beauty, beauty is such a blessin

Never thinkin bout leavin, I know it’s outta d question

I’m gone, I told you I’m on

But she comin with me, ridin so swiftly

Don’t wanna press no brakes but we can get shifty

Switch gears, an now we end up at d hotel girl

I’m out d hood so I spend it on ma hotel floor

Come an take you on a ride shorty don’t let go

Don’t let go

Closer!

(closer, closer, closer, closer)