Mug Up - Kool Keith

I’m poppin' up electric

My boogie go in sections

I’m risin' up erections

My balls give you lessons

My hair don’t you mess with

My pubic in that Lexus

I ride down through Texas

My tour bus through exits

These girls get my attention

Them wheels on them Benzes

I film night car lenses

I get gas in Memphis

She measure up my inches

I’m raw yo, pretentious

I rent rooms, make cents

That thong’s wet, let’s get it in

No conscience, let’s do it again

Repeat this, it’s Loch Ness

Monsters, watch this

Belaire bottles, no Sunkist

I run this, hundreds

These women come, they tongue-kiss

We drink a fifth, no competish

You clean the spoons, wash the dish

(Verse 2: Kool Keith)

Innovate, percolate

Scale up, show ‘em weight

In their face, watch more

Free base, blue smoke

Prepaid, motel

Getting laid, watermelon

Sit in the shade, Cadillac

Grey escalade, Gatorade

Pay to play, Minute Maid

Orange juice, I’m finished maid

Bowling ball, down the lane

Comes with ice, cellophane

Styrofoam, on your phone

People call, I’m not home

Kenneth Cole, push trucker’s loads

Carry out them ozones

Girls love me like Mike Jones

With lights on, with Nikes on

Jump strong and jump long

Women rise, they jumpin' thongs

I beat my chest like King Kong

Moet Nect, six Chandons

She waitin' to take them pants off

(Mug up that, mug up that)

(Verse 3: Project Pat)

Hennessy, spread like Tennessee

You know Project B

Sippin' on that shit all day

Loan, it’s gon' cost a fee

If you ain’t got no money, you’s a damn fool

If you ain’t got no damn bread, you gon' lose

Them choppas get to spittin', bodies get to flip (All day)

Bony nigga’s pockets and I get to spend (All day)

Guess I did, she goin'

All these bitches hoein'

Aw man, that’s your bitch, ‘scuse me, she goin'

She swallowin' up dick like Pac Man eat dots

This bitch ain’t nothin' but a mothafuckin' thot

She had me in yo' house, had me at yo' spot

And that’s why to yo' head bitch, it’s a Glock

(Outro: Kool Keith)