All Eyes On Me (revisiting Cold Blooded) Lyrics - Keith Sweat

[Intro] 

Goddamn I look good 

Somebody slap me, huh 

This club does not want 2 point 2 seconds of me 

But I'mma give it to 'em anyway, uh 

When I walk in the door, niggas be like "yo" 

Stare me up and down even when they with they ho 

It amazes me them niggas don't care 

All fade tight, ass everywhere 

And before I can even get a chance to blink 

Wild mutha-fuckas start sendin' me drinks 

But I send 'em all back, 'cause I got my own loot 

Suit? It's a Miaki 

Boots? Gianni Versace 

It ain't hard to see 

I got my own money, don't fuck with me 

Can't touch me, check my steeze 

Swap meet bitches, please, for real 

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1 - [Keith] (Strings) 

Cold... Blooded 

(When I walk in the room, all eyes on me) 

Let me get your number 

(Got ice on my hands, ice on my feet) 

Cold... Blooded 

(When I walk in the room, all eyes on me) 

What more can I say? 

(And these are the sounds they be makin' at me, say what) 

[Strings] 

Uh uh, yeah yeah 

Uh uh, yeah yeah 

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Uh, picture me Strings, Pav diamonds in my ear 

I push a new somethin' every year 

Hip Hop sweetheart, nigga pleaser 

Coochie value, like the Mona Lisa 

99 escalade, smellin' like Chanel 

Bumpin' my shit, on the way to Bloomingdale's 

For a shopping spree, niggas jocking me 

Black tale centerfold, no stopping me 

And your bitch is jealous 'cause I'm gettin' 

While and you out the first to tell her 

I won't tell her, I'm hella plus she getting dumber and dumber 

'cause while she was in the dressing room, he slipped me his number 

And said call me baby, you're a real lady 

Workin' those Girbaud, spittin' flows at shows 

I check the videos and the skills 

Can I get your autograph on the 50 dolla bill, for real? 

Repeat 1 

[Strings] 

Uh uh, yeah yeah 

Uh uh, yeah yeah 

Freeze 

Yo, I got a fat boy on my jock 

Nigga got a wife but he got a fat knot 

'Member when it was hot, rollin' down the block 

In my summer car, 320 E drop 

Tell the wife get it together, she ain't cute 

Rockin' that sweater with them daisy dukes 

And that nigga know it 

That's why he with the fat tale poet 

Spittin' game like a nigga sayin', baby pass me Moet, for real 

Repeat 1 

[Strings] 

Uh uh, yeah yeah 

Uh uh, yeah yeah 

Repeat 1 (without Strings) 

Repeat 1 to fade