Spinning Wheels - Kool Keith, Mr. Wonderful

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I’m slick boss

They call me the man that got the clock ticked off

They say I favor Ricky Rozay

Spanish chicks call me Jose

Northern women from Denmark, Norway

Sippin' the bigger boat all day

Billy say I put the rabbit coat on Shanaynay

Collect street traps

Girls lay up in McDonald’s, the rawest taste of Big Mac

Those who don’t like the burger workin' get back

Mental progress, 50 grand, she want me to pay for the press

To go under chest less

The governor always play everything recess

Extra clean pants comin' out the cleaners

I want that re-pressed

You missed the one, she didn’t make my pants look right

Now I can’t make my dance look tonight

8 bottles standin' next to Puff Daddy

I’m already inside

3 other chicks that’s black gettin' out the Caddy

Shaneisha, Marina and this other girl named Corina

Kittens in the box

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As the world goes 'round

Look at me, I’m simply mackin' as I walk through the town

I need some cash, I need a bitch to make my ass rich

I need a bisexual hoe who’s down to flip the switch

Because this world that I live in is so cold and rough

You got to watch out for these thugs who think that they’re tough

Spinning wheels as the world really starts to change

And every time I look around, my bitch acting strange

Is she cheating on me?

She might be beating on me

Help me Lord, have mercy, can you set me free?

Cause I’m really so depressed and I can’t decide

If I wanna see tomorrow, I’m thinking suicide

Cause I’m a poor kid, bastard case and my life is a waste

If you think you bad, nigga, come and get you a taste

I’m not in shape to go through rounds, but on your ass I’ll pound

Watch the spinning wheels as the world goes 'round

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Man these bitches they fully switchin'

It ain’t a cake sale mane it’s a bake sale

I had a chick call me up the other day, she said

«Uh you think we can go out to uh Olive Garden to eat?»

I said Olive Garden?!

I said check this, I’ma set sail

Cause I’ma set you some bail

I’ma take you to Burger King, you know?

And we gon' hit the three dollar menu

One dollar for every burger and one piece of fries

If you can’t understand then I can’t be your man

I don’t know what’s up with these chicks, man

They think it’s a cake sale but it’s a bake sale

I seen better faces on a clock, better legs on a table

And better butts on a cigarette

What you wanna do, bitch?

Boogaloo, barbecue or both of you?

This is your A1 yola candy cola black pro soldier giving up love,

you understand?

I’m giving up more love than a mothafucking love connection

That’s a TV show!

This rap game is real, bitch!

You know, get down, get down

You know what I’m saying?

Get down for your crown

Cause you fucking with a mothafucka who been on the track

And I’ve been around

Shouts go out to Kool Keith, Innovative Studios

My man DJ Ill Side from the trill side

Doug, High Horse Music Group

And your candy cola A1 yola black pro soldier

You know a nappy head black bitch ain’t shit, I’m gon' tell you why

Cause she’ll double cross you every mothafuckin' time

Get down, nigga and be about your cash and stop worrying about the ass, boy

I’m out, yo like a shotgun blast from a fuckin' 12 gauge, nigga

Can you feel me?

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