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Tré Love - Make Up Your Mind Lyrics




[ Featuring 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



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?



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
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[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



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?



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
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Writer: CRAIG BARTOCK, SHELLY PEIKEN, ANNA TROY, LINDSEY TROY
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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