Sophisticated Bitch Lyrics - Yo! Bum Rush The Show - Public Enemy

That woman in the corner, cold playin' the role 

Leave her ass in the corner till her feet get cold 

Knowin' for a fact that girl is whacked 

If you hold your hand out she'll turn her back 

Better walk, don't talk, she's all pretend 

Can't be her friend unless you spend 

Wall to wall after all 

Get ready to throw only money at the bitch 

'Cause she thinks she's sophisticated 

Sophisticated, sophisticated, sophisticated 

Peekin' an' seekin' inside a book 

Her demands for a man with a chemical look 

Wishes an' desires, gettin' worse with age 

She doesn't want a man, all she wants is a pay 

Ain't got a man so she goes to a club 

She thinks it's classy but it's really a pub 

But that's the kind of place where she likes to go 

The bitch got a problem 

'Cause she thinks she's sophisticated 

Sophisticated, sophisticated, sophisticated 

Jackets, shoes, everyday ties 

The girl only wants one of those guys 

Suckers who front it like it ain't no thang 

Pretend to be friends and don't want that thang 

Talk like this, don't talk slang, do anything to get that thang 

Tries to be chic and playin' it off 

Peekin' through the window, saw her take her clothes off 

Nasty girl, a stone cold freak 

Stayin' in the bed a whole goddamn week 

Comin' and leavin', guys servin' up storms 

From execs with checks, boys from the dorms 

Never kept a name, never seen a face 

She could pass 'em in the street like it never took place 

I know she's a ho so I'ma go, expose the funky bitch 

'Cause she thinks she's sophisticated 

Sophisticated, sophisticated, sophisticated 

Now, she wants a sucker boy with an attach 

And if you ain't got it, she'll turn you away 

You can smile with style as you profile 

'Cause you got a gold tooth an' she thinks you're wild 

She don't want a brother that's true and black 

If you're light, you're alright, better you stay back 

'Cause the sucker with the bag is out to catch 

With something in his bag keepin' her attached 

The man's got a plan, it's IBM 

The Devil at her level, yes it is him 

His Audi she rides, his gold and clothes 

The ill base method, turning up her nose 

A lack, a lack, a lack, cold beaming her up 

She's still got the nerve to turn her fuckin' nose up 

Her status looks at us from down below 

Now, the bitch is in trouble 

'Cause she thinks she's sophisticated 

Sophisticated, sophisticated, sophisticated 

Little is known about her past 

So listen to me 'cause I know her ass 

Used to steal money out her boyfriends clothes 

Never got caught so the story goes 

She kept doin' that to all her men 

Found the wrong man when she did it again 

And still to this day people wonder why 

He didn't beat the bitch down till she almost died 

Sophisticated