Trying To Talk To You Lyrics - The Lost Masters - Kool Keith

Whassup? Whassup? 

Why don'tcha get your feet off my couch? 

Have some respect when you come in my house 

(I'm trying to talk to you, lady) 

Y'knahmsayin? 

Have some respect, did your mother teach you anything? 

(I'm trying to talk to you, lady) 

That's right, Kool Keith, yeah 

Yo, I blow them girls back 

Like power jets off my dick 

You think you quick vic 

Then come display your whackest shift 

Trick master, faster, ass crack, rectums after 

Pussy stinkin', who brought these freaks yo? 

What you thinkin'? That's on my downplay 

Your husband rhyme and sound gay 

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With that fast talk, fast walk 

Ass is flat on sidewalk, big hoochie intakes 

Digest shrimp, stomach pork, your feedback 

Smoke weed back, butt naked, we don't need that 

Shut down yo' circuit, watch me, kid 

Fuckin' work it overtime rhymer 

Don't bite my shit, bite piranha, fuck rock n' roll 

Never catch me marryin' Cher and Nirvana 

See-through skirts, burnin' rubber sticks 

Like fireworks, New York in 10-B, apartment house 

Where her friends be, Dyke's with mics 

Get played like Cameo, the fuckin' Chi-Lites 

Problems I have 'em, that's right 

You motherfuckers grab 'em, piss on yo 

Fish lens disrespectin' all yo friends 

Take my food back, your weave out 

Photos 

Your fuckin' glue back, your hair in pieces 

With just enough for chocolate Reese's 

Beauty parlor, rings around, check your fuckin' collar 

You on some new shit, so game, I'm movin' quick 

(I'm trying to talk to you, lady) 

Oh yeah 

(I'm trying to talk to you, lady) 

Can I talk to you? 

(I'm trying to talk to you, lady) 

Tryin' to talk to you 

(I'm trying to talk to you, lady) 

Can I talk to you? 

Psycho, still klepto, destroy them 

Girls with reps though 

Niggaz, pause back step though 

I'm classical, bust asshole 

Remember 'bout that last hole 

You fucked up, you switched up 

Ran up out the club 

Took that little cash you bitched up 

Power strong, my gators long 

Feel cats, them pussies warm 

On steam like dream team 

Peep game with face schemes 

You make a right, I make a left 

Sound def, my arts and craft 

Raw skill with paragraphs 

Cut ass so fast and have 

Express rock, East and West 

You fucked up, yo' rap is weak 

That shit you talk and how you speak 

You suck dick, I pull yo' tits 

You wash where, I like yo' clits 

Top to bottom got 'em movin' hittin', 

Screamin' "Stop it man", nasty with game plan 

New style, same man, switch yo with swift flow 

Bronx kid, I let you know alternatin' bass 

And pipes the crowds in this fuckin' place 

Girls get glassed at mad 

Problems on they fuckin' rag 

Play tags with doo rags, I flame broil 

Light up fast, girls look, jockin' me 

There's no time, stoppin' me, groupin' me 

Hatin' me, swingin' G yo, fuck it B 

Technique that run street 

Like Celly Cel, I got heat 

Upbeat and offbeat 

Suck my dick, take yo' pick 

(I'm trying to talk to you, lady) 

Tryin' to talk to you 

(I'm trying to talk to you, lady) 

I'm tryin' to talk, tryin' to talk 

(I'm trying to talk to you, lady) 

I'm really tryin' to talk to you 

(I'm trying to talk to you, lady) 

I'm tryin' to talk, tryin' to talk 

Styles rep from Northwest, shiftin' 

Affectin' wreckin', movin' on the channel panel 

Stupid bitch, can you handle, observe words 

Niggaz got you cryin' on the curb 

Enjoy my tempo, rap style 

Fuckin' simple I heard your demo, kid 

Ridin' in the fuckin' limo 

Skippin' your pause button, ladies melt 

Press rewind, you must be crazy 

Runnin' game out your fuckin' mind 

Stylistic weaves, dirty spot 

Stains on your sleeves like Beenie Man 

Turn the track up 

Girl, shut the fuck up 

My style is dope kid 

Wind it up, yes, I'm open 

Masquerade, Bacardi flip wigs 

Turn the party unique and speakin' 

Shoes shined for the weekend 

My style is pumped up 

In time watch you fuckin' jump up 

Turn up yo', bump up on stage 

Bring the fuckin' punk up, open up hairpiece 

Music bass, turn the trunk up prepare for blast hole 

Up close, I'm in yo' asshole 

Automatically, you stand there, you fuckin' mad at me 

Whippin' yo' lip up with verbal hits 

From yo' hip up, stand back and guard crack 

P, watch yo' fuckin' back, that girl is crazy 

(I'm trying to talk to you, lady) 

I'm still tryin' to talk to you 

(I'm trying to talk to you, lady) 

I'm tryin' to talk, tryin' to talk 

(I'm trying to talk to you, lady) 

I'm tryin' to talk to you, baby 

(I'm trying to talk to you, lady) 

I'm tryin' to talk, tryin' to talk 

(I'm trying to talk to you, lady) 

I'm really tryin' to talk to you 

(I'm trying to talk to you)