Make Up Your Mind Lyrics - Sex Style - Kool Keith

[Kool Keith] 

Yeah.. so you called me last night 

You was kinda confused huh? 

You didn't know what to do 

All excited over these football players and baseball players 

Whassup? You lookin for a million dollars or somethin? 

Man you kinda confused 

Freak mode! I'ma have sex so let em feel 

Touch my private my thing made of steel 

Shootin gizm she ride like a Geo Prism 

I'm out in Cali San Bernardino Valley 

I'm on the hill, not North in Peteskill 

Big Willie servin, now tell me how you femmes feel 

I'm in the Cadillac, drivin in a droptop 

People don't know my style, watch when they heads bop 

I'm on the highway, girls pull em down my way 

Credit cards and checks, man she get paid on Friday 

The woman's out, the Phantom pushin more clout 

I'm watchin ? with Sam, drinkin Guinness Stout 

Bourban booze, green alligator shoes 

Union commissioned sex, government intelligence 

What you see girl, that Benz is irrelevant 

Materialistic, ugly man is plastic 

No class, in a suit, cost rather cheap 

Got the nerve to blow the horn and he try to beep 

Interfere, in my spot, and he's comin here 

She's in the white boots, breathin in my ear 

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Chorus: cool Keith 

Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt (4X) 

[Kool Keith] 

No affections, condom style, I got no yeast 

Worldwide trunk funk, no jazz on the East 

Breakin honies down, mackin here to Petersberg 

Virginia Slim, turn the freaks out in Lynchburg 

With brown bootie, Joe Smith, hit from Pittsburgh 

The right player, even if I choose odds 

Let me shuffle jackpots, women pick the cards 

Your hydraulic butt, bounce like a six-trey 

I'm on the case, jealous man steppin in my way 

Hot pursuit, why she play herself? Get the boot 

Actin like Troop, he say he signed with a group 

He wrote for Babyface, did songs, toured with Snoop 

.. lyin to you to get thrilled 

Droppin them old lines, his breath smell like doodoo 

I got a style if a brother want to know 

Smokin that stink blunt, you still sniffin blow 

Nose runnin on time with green slime 

Step in the club, I throw urine on your mind 

Big Luciano, diamond rings on the grand piano 

Girls flock and guys hop on the other jock 

I'm in a two-door, with bass comin through your block 

Sound kicks, I got the fly broads in the mix 

California butt, MC's suckin more what 

Like Gerald Levert, you try to make it work 

Jheri Curl Jones, spendin cash on a skirt 

Plan to win, whassup with Uncle Ben? 

Brother is sly, fatback bacon 

Still fakin, his voice chords achin 

You know I'm perplex, exotic on Ampex 

Dogstyle champ, hittin booty for butt sex 

I can't disguise myself like Michael Jackson 

The flasher, are you ready for action? 

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Chorus: cool Keith 

Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt (3X) 

Make up your mind, who you want to pump it 

[Kool Keith] 

I got a summons, my clothes is off, I'm butt-naked 

in a discotechque, don't tell me ladies can't take it 

Just to have my drawers in a overcoat 

My El Dorado lean, the black Caddy float 

down the hill with Frankie Dolla Bill 

Honies in red zone, tell me how them drawers feel 

Suckin on the hippie, on the Mississippi 

Econo Lodge, a cheap way to get a quickie 

Five and five, equal ten 

Add twenty up, I'm back in the spot again 

Blowin it up, I drop my own bomb 

Two big green mitts, and tails on my arm 

You in my way my man, yo be excuse me 

I didn't call your girl, why accuse me? 

I think you're insecure, not sure 

if your girlfriend's home, if she's knockin at my door 

Back in your ride, no apartment, no place to wash 

You can't clean, tell em black 

He don't know yet, my discipline, how to act 

Stack with fume, and twenty-four flicks 

You can't win, takin shots like the Knicks 

I'm old enough with skills to be your daddy 

Go ask grandma, your freaky Aunt Sally 

Pretty woman standin there with her ugly man 

I don't want to shake his hand 

Chorus: cool Keith 

Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt (6X) 

Make up your mind, who you want to pump it