Lyrics:
Coolman talking all that shit but deep down
Ain't really about it
I doubt it
They only hurt those who allow it
Mr. Cool Man
Mr
Mr. Cool Man
They see you
challenge, you opting out
Hit 'em with that overhand right, it knocked him out
Balenciaga on me, yeah, that's the shit we copping now
I ain't even top 3, lil
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
off
Say put lil monk on the map if he walk it off
I'ma I'ma
I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't tryin to stunt
I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't tryin
to the Cho I done ran through more hoes
Than lil Stanley Zero Tiger Woods and Jack Nichols (Go)
Shoot my lil shot I ain't missing that missile
Walk in your
you
The city that I represent talking all that shit
See cuz all we do is kick it and mind our own business
Lil' Rob and Mr. Shadow (scratching fools off
an oppressor that we condone
Aw, I know you don't like me
I don't like you too
When you're feeding us poverty
What am I to do?
Sorry Mr. Shakur
These politicians
Yall ready know what it is man
I tell you man
We just going to start it off right now
We ain't even going to talk
Everything off the top snupe what
you
Better kill that white boy"
And I don't know what race you are
You straight trash
We ain't in the same weight class
Plus you look like you wearin'
that trigger
He ain't never ever killed no nigga
Fuck nigga, li'l nigga, li'l nigga
Young Dolph Thorton, wanna play ho
I'm on tour with the K ho
Mr. Dough
and Mr. Eighty four, hating hoe, we think yo' sister know
When I hits the do', motherfuckers drop and kiss the flo'
Light bulb flow, I
at me now'
Hey Mr. DJ (Hey Mr. DJ)
Can you play my favorite song (will you play my favorite song)
I heard it say it's gonna get better
We gon' make
to drive
Right hand I'm gripping her thigh
Why don't we take this inside
I'm slick with the pipe
This shit ain't just for the night
You gotta stay by my side
cheap we know that but my niggas they gon ride
Ain't no hide and seek everybody up that fye
You ain't really outside you be in by 9
Yeah, I'm with DB
permission Lil nigga
I ain't running shyt by you
If yo potna get to trippin, we gone dig em up a grave
Then put him in a box right by you
You a lame to me
and call me Mr. Data
Or you can call me it's the greatest or for short just the greatest
I swear I walk right on the lot and bought the longest Mercedes
me this a bad fight
Thought we did it right
But it was a bad night
And I know you want my love
But you ain't sacrifice
All mine
That l bitch want all
Schemin', connivin', plottin' niggas tricky
I keep a hundiddy when I'm slidin' in a Bentley
Judging by my wrist, Mr. Bigs, it's contagious
Mr
thought it would be you
The city that I represent talkin' all that shit
Because all we do is kick it and mind our own business
Lil' Rob and Mr. Shadow
right there
You ain't bout that life, you ain't bout that
That price tag you ain't bout that
That bitch you love we popped that
That shit talk you ain't
niggas should know that by now (Brrr dab)
I'm tryna sell you the swag, you lil niggas should order it now
Smokin' a pound of gas now, keep it goin',
fly
I know it ain't right now, but feeling like enterprise
You see me like Meech nigga, you know there's no getting by
Say hello my little friend, I
on him, and do a lil' more than stare at him
Poet I know it, I Mr. modern day Shakespeare
I'm a rider survival is what it is, it ain't fear
The absolute
motherfucka'
You think we gon' do our thing
Well ain't it sunny in the summer
And we coming for the commas
And whoever among us
And you know I'ma bust my
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