Lyrics:
that Orlando Bloom?)
Hear your songs on the radio
Livin' two lives is a little weird
But school's cool 'cause nobody knows
Yeah you get to be a small
rough
She was too pat to open
And too cool to bluff
As I picked up my matches and
Was closing the door
I had one of those flashes:
I'd been there before
And she rollin' with the, vibe (and she rollin' with the, vibe)
2 A.M. I was all alone (alone)
Lamborghini truck in the and the Sade song (sade song
fears no one, I makes 'em cool off like the polar cap
Flinchin' as the hits misses the baller's back
Pushing packs to make a profit
Diggy dope duck
Bizzare's tryna get a lapdance
Off a Xanax and Jack Dan' (ayo)
Stripper walk by, I'm like, "Goddamn"
She's like, "That's harassment"
I'm like, "Yeah,
got a good head on her leave that ho alone
If she do got some good head on her let her sing a song
D is for what I serve, I don't be on no curb
She
and CDs
Pocket full of G's and two tickets across seas
So me and my boo can lay under the palm trees
Ain't no more questions then hand me my ID
You could
SONG OF THE YEAR: A HISTORY OF COOL
Keep cool!
Saturday 4pm, sun blazing like Armageddon - like wow! It’s really hot out!
Turn the TV on to check
of her kiss.
I guess she's not for me.
She's knocking on the door, but not for me.
She'll plan a two by four, but not for me.
I know that love's
Chorus
[Kool Keith]
I'm sittin quiet with tons of threats, and Baskin-Rob'
Extortion is over, I cock back, you lose your fuckin job
Two
and listen to them old sad songs (them old sad songs)
If you're gonna make a bad decision
You shouldn't make it on your own
No, friends don't let friends
piff, when I ride by in that black on black
Ménage à trois with two double D's, come to see that's racks on racks
They ship it in, I give it to ya
it bad
The story of Mrs. Pierre is ten times as sad
Poor woman with twenty-two children
A duck, and two goats in the bin
She was gaily informed by
I got no truck with your woman
Always comin' over when I ain't home
You hand a buck to me baby
Tried your luck, you tried to get in my song, yeah
Oh
keep it cool and new until you catch me half past two
Just about that time and I'm a wreck
This old world will spin again
Play me like a violin
[Chorus - 2X]
[Layzie Bone]
What you thought a nigga'd be up and gone
Fly by night, no longer Bone, strictly hype
Nigga better think twice
cause all
to lose
Make me yours to lose
I claim yours to lose
I claim yours to lose
Falling softly in love in those two eyes
Lost in the thought
And hope's been by
for his hand, it's always there
How long does it last?
Can love be measured by the hours in a day?
I have no answers now but this much I can say
these hoes
If you slip and you fall I got you my nigga, hold on
If you right or you wrong, if you riding come on
By the end of this song, can't be hiding
No one seemed to care, an introverted this is it look on most of their faces
Up on the mic repeating two words, over and over again
Was this woman he
She's crazy like a fool
What about Daddy Cool
What about Daddy Cool
What about Daddy Cool
Daddy
Daddy
Daddy
DDD Daddy
Daddy
Daddy
DDD
Are you ready?
If you ain't got no money, take yo' broke ass home, you say it
"If you ain't got no money, take yo' broke ass home"
I got no truck with your woman
Always comin' over when I ain't home
You hand a buck to me baby
Tried your luck, you tried to get in my song, yeah
Over the ground lies a mantel of white
A heaven of diamonds
Shine down through the night
Two hearts are thrilling
In spite of the chilling
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