1993

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J. Cole

Jermaine Lamar Cole (born January 28, 1985), better known by his stage name J. Cole, is a German-born American hip hop recording artist and record producer from Fayetteville, North Carolina. In 2009, he became the first artist to sign to Jay-Z's Roc Nation label. His long-awaited debut album titled Cole World: The Sideline Story was released on September 27, 2011. The album debuted at number one on the US Billboard 200, Top R&B Albums and Top Rap Albums chart, selling more than 217,000 in its first week sales. He received a nomination for Best New Artist at the 54th Grammy Awards. more »


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Ay
These motherfuckers, man, yo (Elite, Elite, Elite)
Check it, yo, check it out, ay

Since 1993 
I've been smoking weed, ask about me
Niggas know not to
Oh, wait, niggas know, oh, f*ck, ay

(Roll up and pour me a drink up, let's get fucked up)
(Roll up and pour me a drink up, let's get fucked up)
(Roll up and pour me a drink up, let's get fucked up)
(Roll up, shit)

Uh, I'm drunk at a party, ain't put down my cup
The f*ck is my water? I pick this shit up
Then drank all the water and threw this shit up
It's ash in my cup, I'm mad as a muh', huh
I push pack like USPS, you is a b-itch

Ay, yo, yo, shut the f*ck, ay
Don't even rap, nigga, you, ay, hold on
Hold the f*ck up, nigga

Tell me why you wanna come get high tonight
I only got one reason, I'm top dog tonight
I let the broads borrow my room and I got caught tonight
Drunken partying, slobbering, 'nother sloppy night
Always fight with my mama, but look, on my leave night
I'll call her, when I'm a baller, I promise that I'ma score you
Until then, I'ma ignore you, it's nothing personal (sorry)
I'm just tryna f*ck a couple girls and go
Can't do that while I'm on the phone
I'm not a mother's boy, I'm a motherfucker

Ay, ay, ay, hold on, hold on, nigga
Can I smoke? Can I smoke? Can I smoke, nigga?
(Oh-oh-oh-oh)

(Roll up and pour me a drink up, let's get fucked up)
(Roll up and pour me a drink up, let's get fucked up)
(Roll up and pour me a drink up, let's get fucked up)
(Roll up, shit)

Yeah
Sittin' sideways, side steppin' side bitches
Side eyes, light skin, need stitches, mind your business
You're slurring, my baby, you're surfing, no turfing
My girl drippin', dirty whispers in my ear
I don't mumble
A-B-C your way up out the convo
Lookin' for sluts, oh? I know a couple

Bro, bro, bro, bro, ay, bro, bro, bro, bro
Ay, nigga, come on, like
Nigga, stop rapping, start passing
(Oh-oh-oh-oh) like can I? Nigga

(Roll up and pour me a drink up, let's get fucked up) bro, bro
(Roll up and pour me a drink up, let's get fucked up)
(Roll up and pour me a drink up, let's get fucked up)
(Roll up, shit)

Look, okay the weed so strong it got me stressed
The stress so strong it got me weed
I'm so on, it threw me off (yeah)
I'm throwed off, yes indeed
I threw up after my threesome
On my threads, had to leave the crime scene like criminals do
She wanna come to my crib and give me a genital smooch
Typical, typical, get the piccolo, skididdle, skedaddle
I sling peen like a lasso
That mean king save the queen from the castle
I grab the saddle
Prisoner to prescription, it's changed, jackal, Jack Daniels
Shawty tryna tell me

Motherfucker, ay, didn't I say? Nigga, ay
We can't rap, nigga, we smoking weed
Stop rappin', nigga, this is not a rap session
We gettin' high

If I smoke a blunt right now
I'ma be on 285 with my pants pulled down
Around my ankles
Still no stranger to the blunt smoke, gun smoke
You niggas don't want smoke
No guts like that Swisher we just smoked
We cutthroat, niggas (hold, hold on, hold on)

Wait, w-w-w-wait
W-w-w-wait, wait, wait, wait, wait
Hold on, wait, wait, wait, wait, ay, wait
Shh, shh, shh
Wait, wait, wait, okay, Watson, Watson, stop
'Cause this nigga J. Cole, he done grew some dreads
He think he smoke now
Pass the blunt, nigga, stop rappin'
That's the end of the song, nigga
This the end of the session, we goin' home
I just called my Lyft
I just wanna call the, I mean hit the blunt, I mean
Let me try one more time

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Written by: Anthony Parrino, Cody Osagie, Destin Route, Eian Parker, Jermaine Cole, Simmie Sims Iii

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC

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