Lyrics:
can walk by all the girl be saying hi
Timmy the F-are-double E
Key way in, in the 2rd g-are-a-d-e
Whoa, who want it bad, do you want it bare
Badla
To come around and fake cool With
I’m a real boss
I keep the 8 ball by the pool stick
Trying to fly to cali living room got a pool in it
All this money
I called her on the Nokia
And told her come pick me up
As soon as I got in the house she got on her knees and grabbed my penis
Ate it up like some
thoughts, try to figure out
Soon you’ll be out, it’ll be my fault
You’re in the clouds, I ain’t your clown
This way is how I want to be, don’t play with me
empty spaces behind the construction scaffolding to sleep in.
I also slept in the World Trade Center. It was close to my high school. There was a Ben
colored and Paco
While play more step than talent shows
Prom nights tux and cane know its so cool
Fuck them new model cars we ridin' old school (old school
by a tree
I'm awake, do as I please, pray to Jes-us
Since he's the only one who believes in Kris
But it's still cool, though
Delayed my music but it's
they back got the pump in 'em
Walk by bumpin' 'em, like they voted for Trump and 'em
Niggas ain't cool 'cause you loyal, they cool 'cause you up
They
feelin' fine
With substance in an abundance
The juice is so divine
We scared by the shit
Then you died just like your love for swine
It all collide with
And nothin' funny, but I play with the money like it's Monopoly
And if the devil die today, I'mma treat it like it's a holiday
I used to lay in bed starin'
and roll. I'm DJ Run, I rock and rule
It's not a Trick or Treat and it's not a April Fool
It's all brand new, never ever old school
You got the music in
and burn, swallow your bile
All in, play to win, call of the wild
Old school, play it cool, Hollywood-style
Some equate being male with misogyny
They
Uncle taught me how to flip it, two plays
I make what you make in like two days
This shit can go two ways
Dead or Alive
My kid and my siblings, they
the fool,
see my name is Cool J
I play for keeps, the microphone's my tool
I've been holding back long enough I had to bring it
Jealousy is in the house
of a fourth grader
Watch AI record data
Going to the store later
Kool aid packs in all flavors
Big bro go to court later
Saturday we all stay up
Gospel music
diamonds in the light
And we're standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine
What it takes to come alive
It's the way I'm feeling I just can't
meanest
I know your late for work this will only take a second
Ive been haven thoughts and I’v been feelin’ neglected
Ya thats cool I guess I’ll do it by
mail, when you in jail
And me I'm doing cool
I settled down, had a family
Working in night school
Every once in a while
I reminisce and wonder how we
Ever
Blinded by the sweet talk
Playing games I can't play back yeah
Bad boys look so cool
But feel like fucking trash
You were the bright one in every room
Dark
that Jah, make it diverse
(Shaggee)
Ayo, Ben
What you wanna say about the school?
You wanna say that we be run by some mother fuckin' fools
A bunch
shine
On that sweet child of my mine
To my unborn I give my all so you could ball like I could'nt
Stay in school and play it smooth and do those things
cool
'Cause you ain't know what to tell all your n****s at school
I had n****s making bets like, did he f*** her yet?
Ask her did he touch her
By the school gates
But now he dumps her dead in a suitcase
Buries her in the garden with no
Mark on the youth's grave
They call police, say she just
bitch got moods
She was thick I was cool
It was lit but we grew
Now I'm in the city tryna pick n tryna choose
But it's not so bad
Started off we ain't
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