KOOL KEITH - Sweet Unique Pete lyrics

(feat. Black Silver)

Yeah! Kool Keith

Black Sil (yeah yeah) and company!

As we party.. two-zero-zero-zero

[Kool Keith]

Step in coat check, vocal supreme sound perfect

You wack man, haven't you heard this?

Matador king ladies swarm around me like Jon B

as I stop rappers tryin to copy Alpo(?) Rich Port(?) and AZ

My temperatures one-thousand-three

Look at these big head kids on labels tryin to MC

with a globe dome

I told you to tell that man to stay home

Tell Russell to call me with Sylvia Rhome

Gave him the gas, now he gotta pump in his ass

I don't care if you go out with Stacey Dash

Rentin cars, you tryin to copy Nas

Sound like A.G., you ain't my man from Cold Crush KayGee

Don't try to play me

You never made a record with Mo Bee, and Master P

I saw you on the Greyhound bus station floor

Layin down with a doo rag on like a circus clown

Strippers keep dancin around, I'm Bronx bound

Your fans catch migraines from me doin my thang

[Chorus x4: Kool Keith]

We sweet unique Pete

Look at these ladies massagin our feet

[Black Silver]

Yeah

Yo showdown, sho' shot, double-K, flow pop

Navigate, interactive flashback

Now who nice wit it? Spit it on the block daily

Product, never shady, slang the real

Send it to backstage, flame created a rage

Mays(?) bump that in my mezzanine controller

High-roller, program, this shit jam

to quick access, asses on my lap crouches

Dip through; y'all need a piece of this mental

plus a sip of this dick in your mouth

Either that or stop sleepin, peepin the next man's style

I elaborate on fraudulent and stick to the wild

Phone-tap, we order Ocean Spray with that

Fuji film, honey spread that

Finger the asscrack in fact I'ma bounce with that

(Yeah, bounce with that)

[Kool Keith]

Fuckin dancers back to back

Aww yeah

[Chorus Two x4: Kool Keith]

We're sweet unique Pete

Ladies massagin our feet