Lyrics:
The Indians send signals from the rocks above the pass
The cowboys take position in the bushes and the grass
The squaw is with the corporal, she is
need to smell the heat
You know that things go better with chrome
Is Memphis real or just a song
Three thousand miles from home
Be a cool jerk, don't
a good country song
While hip-hop, rap, and rock were cool
I was in my basement getting schooled
On George and Keith and Vernon and Alabama
I was learning
hard not to have a style
When times get slower by the mile
We relax and wear a great big smile
You can count my teeth one, two, three, four, five
you dare touch that dial
'Cause I got style
(For miles and miles)
Everybody clap your hands
Grooving to the way I roll with my rock band
You know
Zoomin' my miles in gold hoops
You like your little baby like you like your drinks, cool
White lines, pretty daddy, go ski it
You snort it like a champ,
at Charlotte and bypassed Rock Hill,
We never was a minute late.
And we was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown,
Rollin' outa Georgia state.
We had
gotta be rock'n roll
To fill the hole in your soul
There's gotta be rock'n roll
To fill the hole in your soul
My friend Sam is a chauffeur, Annie
like to be from the country and everything like that
You know, like really like the South is like cool to be from the South right about now
Girls
your eardrums
Increasing their rate of vibration
I wanna rock ya-rock ya, that's all you need to know-know
"I Need A Beat," is the title
your eardrums
Increasing their rate of vibration
I wanna rock ya-rock ya, that's all you need to know-know
"I Need A Beat," is the title
the man say
R-R-Rock stone was my pillow could not find place fi sleep
Pot dem empty we haffi find food fi eat
Everyday we terrorize by soldier
Coz the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world
Sony in the nursery, no need to turn the page
The cartoon generation are soon
to keep you gruntin'
My name is Cool J, I'm from the rock
Circulating through your radio non-stop
I'm lookin' at the wires behind the cassette
And now I'm
And like want to be from the country and everything like that
You know, like really like the south is like
It's cool to be from the South right about now
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 work or play, our world is free
the records and he's my protege
So check him out without a doubt and you will agree
He goes by the name of Cutmaster Cool V
Cut the funky records, for me
And my radio's loud enough to keep you gruntin'
My name is Cool J, I'm from the rock
Circulating through your radio non-stop
I'm lookin' at the wires
So, if you wanna be like me
Here's the rules, one, two, three
You gotta find a killer band
Then bust your ass, you understand?
You gotta rock
Charlotte and bypassed Rock Hill,
And we never was a minute late.
We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown,
Rollin' 'cross the Georgia state.
We
Don't be fooled by him, he's fine
Rock-and-roll Ken doll, he's a national end-all
He's an off and on friend of mine
Where have I been?
Got any
the world turn twice
[Mr.Ness]
And I'm Mr.Ness, that rock the best
And I'm ready to rock at your request
Go on, go on with your best
Raheim is gonna do
Aiiyo Bimmy
So rock the bells, Def Jam collabo' man
You know'say, Bim, my, yeah
Feel It's baby, (uh) ha (uh) ha (uh) ha (uh) ha ha
I'm
me fine
Such a cool place
Cool place
It's a cool place
Cool place
Flowing to forever like river rocks
Layer by layer drop by drop we dissolve
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