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Cool, Cool, Cool Songs of Johnny Mercer (Leslie Anderson) · Nikki Beach, Vol. 1: A Chill Out Session (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Nikki Nack [Limited Edition] (tUnE-yArDs) · Nikki Beach: Koh Samui (Kings of Tomorrow) · Nikki (Nikki Yanofsky) · Nikki [Barnes & Noble Exclusive] (Nikki Yanofsky) · Nikki Beach: Luxury Music (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Nikki Hassman (Nikki Hassman) · Nikki Cleary (Nikki Cleary) · Nikki Beach in the House (Dennis Ferrer) – and 90 other albums »


for the elevation of the toxic in my blood
Where my mind, don’t know now
But I know where it was
I need Nikki, where is Nikki
Baby girl please come
the gut with no trace of Tom Hanks
So put this in yo' jaw like wieners and beef franks

[Chorus]

I put too much sugar in my Kool Aid
And party like
Philly we up in here, we all live
I'm puffin this Cohiba mami coolin' her heels
All she ever seem to do is play it cool f'real
She be pushin', pop vessel,
Philly we up in here, we all live
I'm puffin this Cohiba mami coolin' her heels
All she ever seem to do is play it cool f'real
She be pushin', pop
Philly we up in here, we all live
I'm puffin this Cohiba mami coolin' her heels
All she ever seem to do is play it cool f'real
She be pushin', pop
[Nikki D] Good morning, honey
[Busta Rhymes] Good morning, honey	
Ah! Awww! Ahhh! Ahhhhh!
Ahhhhhhhhhh!
[Nikki D] What's wrong?
[Busta Rhymes]
Philly we up in here, we all live
I'm puffin this Cohiba mami coolin' her heels
All she ever seem to do is play it cool f'real
She be pushin', pop
Philly we up in here, we all live
I'm puffin this Cohiba mami coolin' her heels
All she ever seem to do is play it cool f'real
She be pushin', pop
time in my life, I'm doing my schtick
I, I, I, I wanna stand in this
Pop star frenzy
Girls getting praise, look at Nikki look at Katy
Chew it up
believe she's mine

My baby swings down the street
Big tall high heel shoes on her feet
Walks by and my heart skips a beat
And I'm stumblin' like a fool
She
rifle by my side
And over my coffin put a bottle of brandy
That the cowboys may drink as they carry me along"

"Go fetch me some water, a cool cup
knife and my shooter,
My spurs on my heels, my rifle by my side.
And over my coffin put a bottle of brandy,
That the cowboys may drink as they carry me
dug
And your man don't know you're gettin' fucked by a thug

You a woman that's true
Doin' what the fuck you wanna do
And it's cool, 'cause you got
knife and my shooter,
My spurs on my heels, my rifle by my side.
And over my coffin put a bottle of brandy,
That the cowboys may drink as they carry me
knife and my shooter,
My spurs on my heels, my rifle by my side.
And over my coffin put a bottle of brandy,
That the cowboys may drink as they carry me
the time soon comes
We can get down to the business
Down to the business
Down to the business of love
I play by your rules keep it cool
Long as the time
laughing
Later on see me cry

And as it gets colder and the night wears on a little bit
I cool down yes I cool my heels
I remember my father and me down
Dirty, yea my tickle turned into a scream
I tasted the cool whip and produced my whip cream
Little orphan annie's got on red stiletto heels
She said,
Some folks say it's cool
To have some kind of lover
He don't believe it's true
Cause he just found another
And when you see him 
You might see
by the famous Mr. Bling
Intoxicated by the energy inside me that I ain't goin' do that cool
I thought the dragon would never see the day
Wen
I walk in this b****, like a motherf***in' villain (villain, villain, villain)

Uh, I'm just tryna bring cool back
Can't too many motherf***ers pull
of all
Was red ball jets
So I could get over the schoolyard fence

Kip O'Neil she had high heels
She went all the way
By the time I got up to bat
She hates goin' anywhere in my old truck
She says: It's always muddy and it rides so rough
And there ain't no graceful way to climb up in a dress
the gut with no trace of Tom Hanks
So put this in yo' jaw like wieners and beef franks

[Chorus]

I put too much sugar in my Kool Aid
And party like
Please call me Vik

Okay, I did a full inspection
Head to toe we rocked black denim
Flashed the grin, sweetest sin
Said to him: "Hey, my name is Nikki