How The Fuck Would You Know - Positive K

(«Why you need to cross over? Why are niggas always crossing over something,

huh?

What’s the matter, huh?

They can accept our music as long as they can’t see our

faces?»)

(«Man, first we build up a strong crossover audience, then we can come out

strong

Crossover ain’t nothin' but a double cross

Man, once you lose the audience, we never gonna get them back»)

(«Well, it’s like that») *scratched*

My pockets is not expended 'cause I got it

Yo, you wanna flam, goddamn, don’t start it

Make a mistake and try to hit the master

But I duck fast plus I swing faster

Waste no time and I don’t hesitate

Get in that ass like Preparation H

See, I rocks the rhymes, I rocks the cuts

An Almond Joy, not a Mounds 'cause I got big nuts

Jump outta line, ya get a knuckle shampoo

Goes the nine yards plus an extra too

See, brothas do crimes and they go to jail

Saying rhymes so cheap their name should be wholesale

But I gets the dough when I do the show

Chinese girls, they call me Dick Swing Low

That’s how it is, baby, that’s how it go

And if I didn’t tell you, how the fuck would you know?

(«When it comes to this» «bitches know my status») *scratched*

I’ve been around the world, met all types of floozies

Joan, Joannes, and Suzannes and Suzies

I put 'em to a test and see if they can pass

A foot to they ass to see if they can last 'cause

I’m the gentleman, very instrumental and

Execute a style that can even move a mannequin

The successor, casual dresser

Grab your girlfriend and I just bench press her

Excite her with a thought that’s so damn perverted

Shit’s so nasty it’s hard for me to word it

'Cause I reach and grabbing it, stab, stab, stabbing it

Positive K and you know I’m not crabbing it

The rhymes are gravel and long like a javelin

When I fuck the hoe, I leave the damn bitch babblin'

Talking about, «Where am I?

Who, who did it?»

She turned and see me smiling saying I’m the one who hit it

'Cause I’m the gigolo, humping for the dough

And if I didn’t tell you, how the fuck would you know?

(«Ain't no doubt, you get knocked in your mouth») *scratched*

Now now, it’s only right that I say something clever

So you could hold your head and say, «Damn, I never

Heard somebody say that the way he said it

How did he do it?

Yo, where did he get it?»

It’s an ancient secret, listen and peak it

Pay close attention on the way that I freak it

'Cause it’s special, kinda abnormal

Need to dress up because this is informal

So, charge, but be at your leisure

Grab your MasterCard, no, better yet, your Visa

When it comes to hangin' I can swing like a monkey

Know how to dress plus my hairstyle’s funky

Acrobatic, charismatic

Asiatic, no, not a crack addict

See, when I vote, I vote Democratic

And I can rock a rhyme with just static

A like that y’all, and you don’t stop

Never find the Positive at the crack spot

Yeah, that’s how it is and that’s how it go

And if I didn’t tell you, how the fuck would you know?

(«And if I didn’t tell you, how the fuck would you know?») *scratched*

See, I’m the type of guy who’s smart and good-looking

Never caught me hanging out at central booking

Some seem to think I’m lowdown and I’m shady

Said I make my living off a certain type of lady

Just because they call me the woman recruiter

I look upon myself as the hot cum shooter

Speaking of cuter, I say that I’m live

Ya see, I made Billy Dee sell Colt 45

That’s why I get girls and short them like laces

'Cause I can bone 'em all standing back 50 paces

Ride 'em up and down just like a see-saw

Make her shout, hurt the shit as if she played on Hee-Haw

But it’s no trick, it’s just a whole lotta dick

And when it comes to choosin', y’all know who they pick

The man pulling girls better than a tow truck

Guys don’t like it, I don’t give a flying fuck

'Cause when I get a hoe, ayo, I got a hoe

And if I didn’t tell you, how the fuck would you know?

(«Ladies shout my name for the next decade») *scratched*

Laz-E-Laze don’t give a fuck

My man Kid Capri don’t give a fuck

Uh, he don’t give a fuck

The Easy L.G.

don’t give a fuck

The mighty Zulu Nation don’t give a fuck

Uh, they don’t give a fuck

Big Daddy Kane don’t give a fuck

And if I didn’t tell you, how the fuck would you know?

(«And if I didn’t tell you, how the fuck would you know?») *scratched*