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.