Artist: Kanye West   Album: Unreleased Studio Tracks   Song: I Need 2 Know   Typed by: ricorendezvous@hotmail.com      [Chorus]   I need to know, you down to do whatever?   Down to get it poppin? Down to get topless, ohh   I need to know, if you about cutting   Or you about frontin, baby I need to know      [Verse 1]   I spent my last 8 checks's on a neck-e-lace   So I better get some sex for this, shiit   She wanna sip up on the cris-e-cris   Like it's Christ-e-mas and I'm St. Nicholas   I got her and her sister innn    That white benz, dyke twins   I aint gon lie they only fives but together they ten's   And would I do em again? Hmmm, hmmm?   It's like old folks pissin 'cause it all depends   And it's no coke sniffin just juice and gin   Grey Goose to get you loose then hit the nigga producing   The track that got you movin, this track got you movin   So crazy you don't know what you doin   You been telling them jokes, and its not a rumor   I like a girl with a sense of humor   To give me head til it ache and it's not a tumor   So let me know what's goin down 'fo I pay for this room 'cause      [Chorus x2]      [Verse 2]   Now if you got it you got it   And if you don't then you prolly wont   Sissy niggaz call em maricon   I never hit a lady but my game might abuse em   By em boots just to tell them that I Jimmy Choose em   Take em back to confuse em   So she don't know if she coming or going   'cause mami after I'm cumming I'm going   Back to show just frontin and flowin   Jewelry stuntin and glowin, this life is something I know it   And I been known to have a hoe or two   'cause my diamonds yellow like a smoker tooth   I tell em step into the vocal booth   Roll a joint, smoke a few, after that I'm pokin you   After that it's over boo, baby grab your coat and VOOM      [Chorus x2]      [Verse 3]   Now there's three different levels to relationships   Polly'n at the club wit em, talking getting affectionate   Leavin and havin sex with em, kickin them out   Trickin on models, dimes and rats, now I don't get into that   I kick that habit, I just, keep em impressed   Let em seat in the Lex, never, eat em unless   That fuckin cat looks fresh   I got a lion in my pocket, I'm lyin   I got a nine in my pants and baby I'm just dyin for a chance   Who ready to fuck? You ready to fuck? Off the sizzurp   Says she ready to cut, then she grabs my scissors   She prolly look good but what's scary to me   Henny make hoes look like Halle Berry to me      [Chorus x2]