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The way she move electric 
Up and down impala 64
Five more minutes we gone turn it up
Jacuzzi flow

I be cooling like a fan
I be cooling how i do
I be

Hit it with the left hand , hit it with right hand
Straight drop cooling
Left the fan by the night stand
Tryna whip me a drop
Tryna whip me a Benz

the size of my dick
So it's packing
Yeah I brought the cooling kit
I brought the cooling kit
And you know that I be spazzin'
Twenty-two three's make them get

their ballet of oscillating electric fans
Scarcely whisking the blood-viscous air

I turn my back on them and round the corner onto Hall Street
And ahead

on baby
Play this shit and tell the dj this your song baby
Laid back crazy cooling like a fan does
How ironic she tryna be part of the fan club
Any day

Zooming off
Cooling off
Showing off
Drillin off
Going off
Zooming off
Cooling off
Showing off
It's that time
It's that time
Its my time
Its my time

Bennie and the Jets

Elton John

Goodbye Yellow Brick Road

1973

stick around
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You're gonna hear electric music, solid walls of sound

Say, Candy and Ronnie, have you seen them yet
Oh, but they're

I'm cooling up in my zone
Don't fuck with me because I'm on 
She geeking off of that strong
Ten Swishers straight to the dome
Yeah yeah
We're

the lane, all gas when I go
Can't drop for the fame, 3 lights through the dark
We all tryna be great mane, aye you been good?
I been cooling out
No hate be

a birdie
Cooling with Bert
Cooling with Ernie
Come get your bitch she shaking ass she being flirty
Ratatata shawty giving lock jaw
Why you run up on me pussy

Lodged in your brain,
You'll be counting the days mate



A little bit of weed and were cooling
We chill getting lean bring smooth shhh
Little bit of beer

know
Yeah
Yeah let the fan
Yeah
Oowa

Back porch ring and she bad too
I could win a ring but I aint have to
Rather be on stage with my rap crew
Tom

I don't need no hoes with me yea yea
I be cooling on my own
But you acting like you grown
Talking like you bouta be so different
And you say you

rappers
They really be lame
Can't get close to me
I snatch yo chain
Aye
This forty got hella shots
Cooling kit like a fan
Ain't no going hot
We jus aim

the water cooling to sort it right out
But I'm tired that the fans keeps turning
And we can't turn over a new screw to learn
And all the mess we made

Fucking love affair
Fuckng love affair
You're like an old ceiling fan
You're cooling my soul
Where the lights are the only stars
Uh uh uh uhh
Many things

fans
Told them the empire never going end
Ain't want us to win but we finna win
They like Emp, They Like Emp
How you cooling like that
Cause I'm high

Ill Figures

Kool G Rap

Chamber Music

2009

more of just
Being a street narrator (aiyo, what up, famo?)

Reefer lit, love hip hop, the gangstas got me like the broccoli
Brooklyn baby cooling

They can’t catch this vibe
She can’t catch this ride
Probably next time
I know my Zoe gone slide like electric slide
I see he ain ready to ride leave em

Nightly world within the wires
Circuits spark desire fires
Pixel dreams data streams flow
Love's a code we've come to know

Electric hearts beat

Nigga say he better what he talkin bout that's foolery
I'm too hot cut on the fan ain't no cooling me
Yeah
yeah you know it ain't no cooling me

Look, settled in after moving
Not depressed, I am cooling
Finally at my fullest I guess I'm back on my bullshit
I am back on my bullshit
Look, so

Look, settled in after moving
Not depressed, I am cooling
Finally at my fullest I guess I'm back on my bullshit
I am back on my bullshit
Look, so

cooling with yo' bitch
Cooling witcho' shawty
She be on my dick
I be going fast yall' niggas can't catch up
Yo' bitch is a fan
Cause' that bitch she tryna'