Lyrics:
laws
CHORUS:
Cuz weird, is the new cool
It is, the ultimate tool
Sing like, you give a damn
That's right, this is the Jam!
BRIDGE 1:
A Yamaha CS-80 in
the way you players ball
Claimin that your mail is tall
Tell me is it true or false
I put my mack hand down ain't never been asound
I was havin
the way you players ball
Claimin that your mail is tall
Tell me is it true or false
I put my mack hand down ain't never been asound
I was havin
the way you players ball
Claimin that your mail is tall
Tell me is it true or false
I put my mack hand down ain't never been asound
I was havin
Walk around with a tool like a handyman
Been hot like a frying pan
Shout out the stove that shit saved me man
Served the block like a mail man
I got
l's
Hopefully make some mail
Try not to take no shells
Recognize your strengths
And your tendencies
Learn from your friends
As well as enemies
Start
I got that tool when I walk out that door
Got some head in the coupe and let off in her nose
I got some bougie chick holdin' my chopper
I got some
fuck with unc', he's super cool
Nigga tried to sell me a set of tools
I told him, "Unc'
They make the type of tools I use
Tools I got'll make a nigga
This a rumble with God
I am Zeus in the stars
Game genie opened up my heart
Unlocked the ultimate boss
This a rumble with God
I am Zeus in the stars
Stale off the boat
Mismatched outfit with a luggage unfit
Stale off the boat
Got my tool kit with a juggled permit
Stale off the boat
Mismatched
tool in my vest, barbaric at best
Hollow points in the nine, cause I know what's best nigga
I beat my chest every time, cause I know what's best nigga
Got my tool in my vest, barbaric at best
Hollow points in the nine, cause I know what's best, nigga
Beat my chest every time, cause I know what's best,
Riding with Michael
Not talking bout myers
Equipped with the tools
I'm not talking bout pliers
I got em shocked like
Electrical wires
This body dies
the tool
Clint Eastwood with the mule
Leave 'em drippin' like a pool
He gon' need stitches get the spool
Pack in the mail
Serving them feigns
I got what you
jail nights
Shake it off, Ziplocs to keep the yay tight
Mail them birds, when they land, that's a safe flight
Them niggas know how we rockin', they
50 Cent Lloyd Banks!
Nobody get hurt if nobody don't move
Just give it up smooth (G-UNIT')
Motherfucker you move I'll flash my tool
And blast my
I used to live
My pride, the pool, the boat, my tools, my dreams, the dog, the cat
Yeah I think that's just about everything
Oh I almost forgot
Do
(Cmyles)
Yeaaa oh
(Just got a big bag of gas in the mail)
(He try to jack then I'm catching a shell)
Ayye
Just got a big bag of gas in the mail
Chanel drapes one of one
I pay the rates to the Lord
Rich nigga, I'm a boss
Had the mail with me, I'm a star
Love a tool only 'til I swap it out
We
mind where it's never gone before
And so like a mushroom in cow shit
And I'm taking it just to get the ultimate high, baby
The ultimate high, ohh
of pebble beaches
Mix pain with the pleasure at risk
And I can not control its a reflex
Feels good for some reason
And she whipping up the ultimate
threads
Then thats the ultimate proof
Don't get me wrong and ignore
These tools are great to explore
But no one cares what you wore
When you're actually
every etiquette rule
The ultimate servant droid, the galaxy's coolest tool
They call me Dr. Bolts, the droidsmith extraordinaire
Built a hundred
mind where it's never gone before
And so like a mushroom in cow shit
And I'm taking it just to get the ultimate high, baby
The ultimate high, ohh
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