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KEITH SWEAT lyrics : "All Eyes On Me (Revisiting Cold Blooded)"

[Intro]
!@%& I look good
Somebody slap me, huh

This club does not want 2 point 2 seconds of me
But I'mma give it to 'em anyway, uh


When I walk in the door, ^!$$%s be like "yo"
Stare me up and down even when they with they ho
It amazes me them ^!$$%s don't care

All fade tight, $$# everywhere
And before I can even get a chance to blink
Wild mutha-$#&@as start sendin' me drinks

But I send 'em all back, cuz I got my own loot
Suit? It's a Miaki
Boots? Gianni Versace

It ain't hard to see
I got my own money, don't $#&@ with me
Can't touch me, check my steeze

Swap meet (*##$es, please, for real

[1]

[Keith] [Strings]
Cold... Blooded
(When I walk in the room, all eyes on me)

Let me get your number
(Got ice on my hands, ice on my feet)


Cold... Blooded
(When I walk in the room, all eyes on me)
What more can I say?

(And these are the sounds they be makin' at me, say what)

[Strings]

Uh uh, yeah yeah
Uh uh, yeah yeah


Uh, picture me Strings, Pav¨¦ diamonds in my ear
I push a new somethin' every year
Hip Hop sweetheart, ^!$$% pleaser

Coochie value, like the Mona Lisa
99 escalade, smellin' like Chanel
Bumpin' my %#@!, on the way to Bloomingdale's

For a shopping spree, ^!$$%s jocking me
Black tale centerfold, no stopping me
And your (*##$ is jealous cuz I'm gettin'

While and you out the first to tell her
I won't tell her, I'm hella plus she getting dumber and dumber
Cuz while she was in the dressing room, he slipped me his number

And said call me baby, you're a real lady
Workin' those Girbaud, spittin' flows at shows
I check the videos and the skills

Can I get your autograph on the 50 dolla bill, for real?

[Repeat 1]


[Strings]
Uh uh, yeah yeah

Uh uh, yeah yeah

Freeze


Yo, I got a fat boy on my jock
^!$$% got a wife but he got a fat knot

'Member when it was hot, rollin' down the block
In my summer car, 320 E drop
Tell the wife get it together, she ain't cute

Rockin' that sweater with them daisy dukes
And that ^!$$% know it
That's why he with the fat tale poet

Spittin' game like a ^!$$% sayin', baby pass me Moet, for real

[Repeat 1]


[Strings]
Uh uh, yeah yeah

Uh uh, yeah yeah

[Repeat 1] [without Strings]

[Repeat 1 to fade]

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