Artist: Kool Rock Jay Album: Street Life EP Song: Bitches in the 90's Typed by: jostmatt at bluewin dot ch [ CHORUS ] (Party people in the house) --> Slick Rick You know them bitches in the nineties ain't shit [ VERSE 1: Kool Rock Jay ] I'm not a player, I'm just a sex fiend I'm lookin for a female to call my next queen But findin real love is impossible I always seem to run into the same old obstacles And wastin all my time ain't worth it So I guess I be a hoe until I find miss perfect I don't Need Love because my name ain't L.L. Frankly all I need is a bitch and a motel Oops, I almost forgot my contraceptive It's the '90s and it's time to get sceptic So if you forgot your protection Skip that affection and keep that erection Cause if you don't, fool, in a quick minute You might find yourself at the neighborhood clinic Man, and I ain't goin out like that So no matter where I'm at, I be strapped with a jim hat [ CHORUS ] They ain't shit But they can suck my dick [ VERSE 2: Kool Rock Jay ] Back in the days when I was ballin the bitches kept callin But I wasn't fallin for they drama They wanted mail but them hoes need to get real Bitch you want a car, you gets a motherfuckin Big Wheel Now get a job, hoe, save your fuckin money Cause right about now you shake that ass for me, honey And if you can't do that, yo, then hit the do' You silly-ass hoe, that's what you came here fo' So when I told you what's real you got upset But don't leave now, we ain't fucked yet My dick is harder than a brick but I don't trick For a punk bitch like that, so get your broke ass back So now you know my name and my game, but I don't front, though Tell you like it is and let your stupid ass know That pimpin ain't easy, it's just a small technicality So wake up, bitch - it's reality [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 3: Kool Rock Jay ] Candy paint job, straight laced Daytons Serious beat got the whole car shakin Now me on a gank move to bump a bitch Cause Kool Rock is in the house and most hoes ain't shit Now one for the money and two for the show Yo, with your hoe out the do' I go She's a freaky bitch who's materialistic She's easy to get with, sucks a good dick Jumped in my car with no questions asked She knew the R-o-c-k Jay taxes ass Simply, cause I'm a motherfuckin player And hand me a mic, become a MC slayer You don't have to be just as bad as me To be a real MC on the mic, G I grab the microphone, mash like Al Capone And tell these bitches to take they broke ass home [ CHORUS ] And you stupid-ass hoes Never get chose [ VERSE 4: Kool Rock Jay ] I'm like damn, fuck a bitch, fuck a sucker I kick a real rap to some real motherfuckers You can't stand a black man, tryina make it? I'm goin for the gusto, hoe, I don't fake it Lyrics kickin and punks trippin You know the same play You live like sucker goin out the same way So why you wanna try when you'll die in the end? Bitch, we ain't cool, hoe, we ain't friends I'm just a mack from way back stackin my ( ? ) Non-stop as I kick that tremendous bass All around the clock, and when I hit the block All you said is 'Stop' because my name's Kool Rock But ah, I ain't got time to trip with you Cause you'se a punk-ass bitch and you know you ain't cool So later on, hoe, for all that And if you give me your number I won't call back Bitch [ CHORUS ] Stupid-ass hoes Don't ever get chose Now I gots to break it down smooth for a hoe'n So listen really close as the Rock gets to flowin You bitches, you hoes ain't shit, suck a dick Cause you think I'ma trick but you stupid-ass bitches better...