Lyrics:
Wouldn't loop it, and I woulnd't be here makin rapperz look stupid
I coulda went to school wit you, might even be cool wit you
But I'll blow you Ha
the game and I can't
I'm thinkin' of a master plan
Buck's hot as cool, to see a fan when I'm on the spot
Now some think I'm not, human
Even thought I got
but nasty, sleazy
Neighborhood skeezy, way to easy
Be my ho and I'll be your pimp
Cool niggaz strut, the lame a limp
Betta make my money seven day's
niggaz mother cry for it
You know like I know, respect these rules
Don't make Don Chilly lose his cool
If it's a nickel sold in the Park, I want
Yo, I'm smoother than the Isley Brothers
When I'm on the scene I get feedback
Brothers runnin up, wassup, where you be at?
I be by myself just coolin
to get higher, come ride
I will fly you
[Jhaz]
? puff, 'cause really it ain't ?
Ain't wastin' no herb by lettin' it burn, let me hit that sticky
feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain
Don't carry the world upon your shoulders
For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool
By making his world
feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain
Don't carry the world upon your shoulders
For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool
By making his world
the life of the long lost soul
That cannot find an end.
I live a life by false pretense
So I play it cool,
A simple feigned, false existence
You saw
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
the game and I can't
I'm thinkin' of a master plan
Buck's hot as cool, to see a fan when I'm on the spot
Now some think I'm not, human
Even thought I got
Niggas by me get extreme for respect
I know what it mean to be the nigga getting left
I done already seen how niggas get when it's the scent
Wow and MC Globe
We emphasize the show, we got ego
Make this your night, just slip it right and by day
As the people say, live it up, shucks
No
mastered the cloaking device and the Rover is custom
So you should come over tonight and bend over
I'm faded, bitch I feel amazing
I might be in L.A. by
they be trynna blam us
All the blood sweat tears we shed what it takes to understand us
But it's cool ima put my hands up then let em feel it with
yin’ eintlek
Lyricist of the year
Eintlek yini uyazilwela
Or are you that dude that I screwed by saying
You’re not due a beautiful boo who’s cool
With
the pain, hey Jude, refrain
Don't carry the world upon your shoulders
For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool
By making his world a little
was nothing but sand and no sign of people
Silence in the darkness
And the summer breeze was icy cool
I found him by a fire
Poking round with
learned, that a lot of people um, make horrific choices
Ayo, rest in peace Prodigy
Rest in peace Voodoo Ray
So many problems but some of em aint cool to say
that you did
I love you for being cool with me practically moving in
If you're willing to fix yourself then I'll empty your room again
Trust me when I
it since I'm in the limelight
You niggas try to look cool by not being hyped about my height
Simple and plain, better watch where your missiles are
dickheads start saying I'm starting to get a big head
But I'm out in these streets chasin the big bread
I ain't got to start I'm cool with being the sixth man
So you tryna get some attention by cussing and eating a fucking cockroach?
And Goblin, you get no props on it
It sucks so much I get blowjobs from it
Making sure your lame swag is all polished and clean
While your favorite rapper's like "yeah, he got it from me"
You been brainwashed by a fake life that
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