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I'm A Tell-u Lyricsby Kool Keith Buy album CD: Spankmaster People! You're stuck in nineteen seventy-four witcha boring producers Your videos are boring, same girls singin Everybody tryin to be George Clinto and Jimi Hendrix wannabes I'm beyong that average cha cha, that trendy Southside music People don't hate, just motivate You spent twenty years rappin about diamonds and Dom P Moet and bubbly, while you front your wife and girlfriend hug me Studio gangsters lamp at Fort Lee With transexuals tryin to hide in secret spots in New Jersey Cats pose in leased double-R's with two-way pagers Frontin like you like women I seen you on your Motorola typin the best places to meet up with Richard Simmons and Jack Lemmon When you in Cali you hide in the Valley rentin the Sheraton suites Callin young boys that look like Johnny Versace to meet you at Miami Beach You wear black all the time, you look wack all the time Got the nerve to try to pose with a girl, then spit a hard rhyme Like you run the streets with thugs and move with brothers who do mad crime I'm a tell you how I feel I'm a tell you how I feel I'm a tell you how I feel I'm a tell you how I feel Take you out simple add a dim effect to your spotlight You think you hot right Surround the tables got you kissin your bodyguards, holdin Cris' The last time I heard a guy called you a dude with a FUBU jacket said "excuse you miss" With his hair like Lil' Kim, contact lenses Dapper Dan gear with ice on his wrist Your hype man walk with a twist Just like the girls, you want a man that's rich You want a guy to say come here BIZZITCH Yo, you like the way celebrities fondle you and touch You wanna look onstage and stare at the crotch I know a type of guy like you that try like you Wear lipstick and cry like you I'm a tell you how I feel I'm a tell you how I feel I'm a tell you how I feel I'm a tell you how I feel Trendy guy like you with your man watchin Hendrix Look at the way your corny album was mixed That feminine stuff y'all put out was marketing tricks Clones with costumes step out of my dressin room Duplicators break down the reel Your DJ funny style that makes it a trio I don't care if you got a budget and per diem I saw you jockin Marilyn Manson in the Niko Your sound is outdated you network with a lot of people I'm a tell you how I feel I'm a tell you how I feel I'm a tell you how I feel I'm a tell you how I feel
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