Little Girls Lyrics - Sex Style - Kool Keith

Yo Keith man 

I just turned off the TV man 

Kids out there be thinkin they hardcore man 

We gotta do somethin man yo 

Do it 

{Little girls.. think they're hardcore..} (4X) 

[Kool Keith] 

You got nine cars tons of champagne by the cases 

Two thousand people killed fake murder cases 

Videos exaggerate things you never make 

Your style is all tissue chocolate fudge cream cake 

The companies back you people out there want to slap you 

Original fraud, funny with a mic cord 

Persuadin kids that you hard, every stage you tour 

Cold scared you in a motel, you can't come out 

After the show, with panties on, you hurry run out 

You petrified hallucinatin thinkin hardcore 

You got the style now, you have to roll with 50 people 

Lookin hard and mean, you ain't pullin triggers 

Did you pay your bodyguards, for actin hard? 

You get pistol-whipped, booty tapped, face scarred 

Down and out, with camouflage gear, and no war 

You ain't in the army kid.. 

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{Little girls.. think they're hardcore..} (3X) 

[Kool Keith] 

Now your show's packed up, you're gassed up 

I'm there you're scared 

You just turned twat, looked away feelin weird 

You on the walkie talkie standin close near the door 

Thinkin bout your records how you pop doo-doo more 

Posses wait in Texas, Detroit for the bumrush 

You bringin rubber, your crew is nervous smokin dust 

You perpetrate your front, show your teeth, smokin blunts 

Rappers cancel shows, ran away with stunts 

Your manager scared, with ghetto mugs starin at him 

Your crew pressured more, to even act harder 

You took New York, down South them folks, wasn't havin that 

Three kids from D.C. pulled out, what you laughin at? 

You ran out, funny style, girl style, panty style 

Freestyle the same style last week 

you was bitin off that kid Bo Peep 

With no panties on, your rectum got torn 

Rearranged, I caught you after the show 

Naked out, butt out, cracked out, with two rolls of film 

Tryin to sell pictures of your lover 

with you, molestin your little brother 

I smacked you and stole your pistols 

Photos 

{Little girls.. think they're hardcore..} (4X) 

[Kool Keith] 

Tommy, didn't I raise you to go to Catholic school? 

But mom, I gotta keep this up, this is all a front 

This is just gimmicks to sell my records 

The people don't have to know 

I mean really, that's just me, even though we're soft 

Me and my friends all of us 

We just make money, that's all, it's a gimmick