Now girlies, ladies.
Just stay alert.
I'm what you call a legitimate flirt.
And if you don't know how to spell F-L-I-R, King T, the coolest of the cool, there's no one cooler than me.
Because I talk to Danes with no hesitation.
I feel their heads and dreams and fascination.
And when it's time for me to break that bone, I just wax them sin ass homes.
Cause I'm a K-I-N-G, no a P-I-M-P.
I put pretty girls to work.
Now if you want to join my crew, you must listen to what I do.
It's real simple and slick and real easy.
I just... There's more one time.
One more time.
You're at the wrong one, son.
I talk to girls and they get all hot, so I just let them know that I'm a real cool nigga roll.
Not a tramp, just an average gigolo.
Close to Casanova, got the knowledge of Farrakhan.
Stroll like a pinball or black down wine.
I play my role real cool because I don't want to scare them.
I'm recruiting for my King T harem.
Girls try to flirt.
Messing with the poop butt.
I just tell them who I am and knock boots, huh?
I just a stunt after smoking a blunt.
Catch a real fly girl cause they think I'm a hunk, but I'm a...
What's going on?
Now, wait a cotton-picking second, King T. What's up?
You're not a better flirt than me.
Who are you?
Pool the pimp saga.
I take the freaks to the snooty or Ramada.
You take girls to a cheap motel.
Shut up.
Then run your mouth like Howard Cosell.
No, it's not like that.
I'm a romancer.
Skeezer's like the way I do the cool dances.
I got money to spend.
I got money to lend.
And if the girls don't want it, hell, give it to the men.
I ain't a souped-up jerk.
It's either my way or the highway, the flyway.
I'm a...
That's right, John.
That's right, John.
All right.
Bye.
Bye.
