Ultramagnetic MC's - Dolly and the Rat Trap lyrics

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[Kool Keith]

Yo I met this fine motherfuckin bitch last night man

Pussy taste like strawberries man

I was up in the crib chillin...

...and spendin much cash

[Ced Gee]

Yo I hear you man

Them big shot bitches be perpetrating

and you still be taking a loss

Look at Donald Trump!

[Kool Keith]

I know a bitch named Dolly, she live uptown

She got a fly new Benz, kid of asian brown

Every night she would front and try to flex on the X

For no reason, with that diamond and stud shit

With two other girls, on that glamour and big shit

Walkin around, at Apollo and Bentley

Sportin the weave, like the Queen of the Centuries

Lookin for Buster, Holyfield and Tyson

Jordan and Sugar Ray, a cake with icing

Dolly walked in, with a tiger-striped mink coat

Her friend had on some shit, I think it was billy goat

Tryin to play all and many boogie down brothers out

Regular b-boys, the crew, and others out

Steppin to bar, the first order was champagne

Dolly had a fat ass, with Tina and Charmagne

Lookin for tank four, on E with no gain

The Benz was outside, parked with no gas

Bitches inside, frontin hard in first class

Tryin to play the X, like fucked up TV

Lookin for green to get to Washington D.C.

You give him his car back, money and coat back

Shoes and hat back, the credit you're known for

Hoein out of state with the big drug dealers

From East to West and only cash money stealers

Charlie got much shit, them bitches are eatin well

You say to yourself, I'm Al Capone, so what the hell

Damn... I jerked three hundred G's

I coulda put out a group with ten or twenty MC's

And made megabucks, but you never did realize

Dolly was shifty with her lips and chinky eyes

Never had a dime, but know how to get one

Jerk one take one, out for a long ride

With Tina and Charmagne, bums on E side

Lookin for BM's, Cherokees and Jaguars

Benzes and Audis, for the brothers with Jettas

Watch yourself, and step away from the rat trap