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Tell Them How
Kool Keith
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Baby won't you tell them, they ain't nothin
With no guest stars, and fancy cars
You not on my level yet
You guys are hot in one spot like Woolie Burgers
I'm worldwide on purpose, ask the Russians
I get Prague service, come to the club with Tony Blair
Superstars cancel your magazine, what you got for me?
Vanity Fair, mid green Phantom with all black wheels
Chauffeur driven in London, they know about the all stack wheels
Number one rappin Phil Collins studio, bonjour
Airlines deliver my Ampex reels
On the phones with the African sister
Nairobi told me, the princess of Egypt wanna do me
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I wake up for tea, John pick up the phone
Tell me who's hot in New York City, nobody really
Thank you very very much, movin out with power touch
Meet Bill Clinton, Jesse and Mayor Bloom
Giuliani, all five of us out in France goin to lunch
Burberry tie on my neck, pocket with a brand new envelope
Holdin the check, I ignore any foe movin past my soles
Like an insect, comfortable feet, don't play with my instep
Up all night, for not watchin me, you shoulda been slept
With a nightlight by your bed, in fact the right light by your head
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On the fastest train in Europe, drinkin champagne
I warn rappers by sendin out express pain
Watch my speedometer gain, like Simon and Garfunkel in Central Park
Y'all on the cherry pop, and Grey Goose in the central dark
I don't move with puppies with a central bark
Expensive pictures on my Berlin walls
Many face the essential art, crushin the events you start
Like a bum standin in front of K-Mart, like Janet's outfit
At the Super Bowl, you expose her breast and break apart
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