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[Chorus: Keyshia Cole]
See, ever since the day I got the chance to make a change
I've been in this game, it's a new day
And I'm making it known
who dat? Cole World
Who dat, who dat? I got them sayin'
Who dat, who dat? J. Cole
Who dat, who dat? Cole World nigga
Cole World nigga
Dreamville,
Throw it away
Throw it away
Throw it away
Throw it away
Throw it away!

Wake up this morning, there's a letter on the mat
Big brother want to know
Movies is magic
Real life is tragic
Fundamental though it seems
When you're livin' in your dream
And you wake up it's over
Movies is magic
Real life
who dat? Cole World
Who dat, who dat? I got them sayin'
Who dat, who dat? J. Cole
Who dat, who dat? Cole World nigga
Cole World nigga
Dreamville,
I woke up on Fox, found myself starring on Cops
Got chased by squad cars and cameras for two blocks
I hate the man, yeah, I ran
To HBO and stole
Um lampin', um lampin', um cole cole lampin'
I got loowies boy, um not trampin
I just came from da-crib ya know
Um on da go-throw ya tank into metro
rodney king
We tore up the city nigga, purge
Or just stand there like j. cole and shoot at cops
In the same spot till the case closed, purge

We are dying,
Um lampin', um lampin', um cole cole lampin'
I got loowies boy, um not trampin
I just came from da-crib ya know
Um on da go-throw ya tank into
Um lampin', um lampin', um cole cole lampin'
I got loowies boy, um not trampin
I just came from da-crib ya know
Um on da go-throw ya tank into
(Mike Will made it)
I'm in the club, high off purp', with some shades on
Tatted up, mini skirt, with my J's on

(In the club, high on purp' with some
-artist: nat king cole
-peak billboard position # 23 in 1955
-words and music by hal hester and barry parker


If I find peace of mind in the sand
to fuck shit up
Now who throws shit?

[Nate Dogg]
No one throws a Eastside party like we do
Nobody...No one does it better
No one throws a Eastside
y'all (come on), who (come on), we represent for

T-A, throw it up, Memph town, throw it up
Tennessee, throw it up, St. Louis, throw it up
J
flag in the ground it's red nation!

Now blood the fuck up
Everyday's a gamble motherfucker, tough luck
And we gon' fuck the world til that bitch bust
I'm Mrs. Nat King Cole
And what a joy it's been
To be asked by Brian McKnight
To remember some of the christmas' with my husband
We were married
flag in the ground it's red nation!

Now blood the fuck up
Everyday's a gamble motherfucker, tough luck
And we gon' fuck the world til that bitch bust
yall make it hard
Call Cole He tell him put it on the black card

[Chorus]

Whats up, yeah
You know what it is
Play-maker SRC
Big face lets go,
me to Drake
Could have been J Cole if I met J-Hov

(Who dat? ASAP) But I'm fly like I never left
You's a lie, like fly without the letter F
If hip
Expose them to the air
Drag them by the hair
If you ask I'm feeling fine
Malignant to benign

Show up throw up into the womb
Show up throw up
Prostitutes collecting that let me stroke money
Put up a couple dollars for the liquor store money
Used to dread the strip club cause I couldn't throw money
Now
over piranha, death over dishonor
They killin niggas for J's, that's death over designer
Hey Cole heatin' up like that left-over lasagna
Remember when I
Give me love if you've got it in ya, hot as Virginia 
Hot enough for me to slide this up in ya 
Chorus (x2) 
Got the solar, Nat King Cole in his prime
yall make it hard
Call Cole He tell him put it on the black card

[Chorus]

Whats up, yeah
You know what it is
Play-maker SRC
Big face lets go,
only an 8-figure, back me up

I been sent by an angel to snatch you up
Take you way above the clouds and back you up
At night you can lay in my arms feel