Little Girls - Kool Keith

Yo Keith man 
I just turned off the TV man 
Kids out there be thinkin they hardcore man 
We gotta do somethin man  yo 
Do it 

{Little girls.. think they're hardcore..} (4X) 

[Kool Keith] 
You got nine cars  tons of champagne  by the cases 
Two thousand people killed  fake murder cases 
Videos exaggerate things you never make 
Your style is all tissue  chocolate fudge cream cake 
The companies back you  people out there wanna slap you 
Original fraud, funny with a mic cord 
Persuadin kids that you hard, every stage you tour 
Cold scared you in a motel, you can't come out 
After the show, with panties on, you hurry run out 
You petrified hallucinatin thinkin hardcore 
You got the style now, you have to roll with 50 people 
Lookin hard and mean, you ain't pullin triggers 
Did you pay your bodyguards, for actin hard? 
You get pistol-whipped, booty tapped, face scarred 
Down and out, with camouflage gear, and no war 
You ain't in the army kid.. 

{Little girls.. think they're hardcore..} (3X) 

[Kool Keith] 
Now your show's packed up, you're gassed up 
I'm there you're scared 
You just turned twat, looked away feelin weird 
You on the walkie talkie standin close near the door 
Thinkin bout your records how you pop doo-doo more 
Posses wait in Texas, Detroit for the bumrush 
You bringin rubber, your crew is nervous smokin dust 
You perpetrate your front, show your teeth, smokin blunts 
Rappers cancel shows, ran away with stunts 
Your manager scared, with ghetto mugs starin at him 
Your crew pressured more, to even act harder 
You took New York, down South them folks, wasn't havin that 
Three kids from D.C. pulled out, what you laughin