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I present the of The Cool

Well I heard a group of cows
That all ya wanna shoot you down
got AK-47s and a bunch of Mac 11s
Semi-automatic weapons that kapows

Word on the is, they all got heaters
They gon' hit you up and you even gon' see it
You got a money, I ain't tryin' be funny
But they say, "Where you goin'? You even gon' need it"

They see you ridin' 'round, with ya
Fine round diamonds green-eyed lady
Been on the sideline poutin', you prime time poppin'
Hungry niggaz a piece of your pastry

I you protect yo' bakery
they comin' for yo' head
And it's a on that chain
That's hangin' yo' neck, they said

I don't know, what been told in your ear
But I hear it's goin' down, gotta
(Die)
Don't know, what you been in your ear
But goin' round, somebody gotta
(Die)

Hit a nigga wit the mini-Mac
Clap any nigga think he gettin' Gs' here
In a meter, any nigga gettin and my honey
Man, I Micheal Young is the re-clown near

Run up on a nigga from the wit a Mac
Gon' be strapped 'cause a nigga finna off ten
Run up on this 'Lac, rat-ta-tat-tat
Click clack, where nigga at? I need sin

Shit is down ever I see him
Bump a nigga out like
And keep a couple of up in the wallet
To pay the cops so can never box me in
(Die)

That's I'm thinkin'
While ridin' around polishin' this big
I'ma catch him in the wind, pray the gun jam
So until we meet again, nigga cool

I don't know, what been told in your ear
But I hear goin' down, somebody gotta
(Die)
Don't know, what you been in your ear
But business goin' round, gotta
(Die)

Don't pay niggaz no mind
They hatin' on you, ain't nobody witta
And plannin' on a robbery, itchin' to catch a body
Creepin' in a stolen jalopy, out there on you

I'm sittin' in a stolen car, rob this nigga
Should I let the mini-Mac or the shotgun hit
I been waitin' all day, spot this nigga
I can't let him get away, pop this nigga, uh

Plus they don't know about the in the trunk
The Glocks in a box and the nine on
The glass, the 40's in the stash
You pull the wheel and it pop on up

Forty caliber up in the stash box
Bulletproof windows, you couldn't break 'em wit a
Ak in the trunk, the sounds bump
Two twin Glock 40's and a nine and this clock

Man, we finna go up in this club, show a love
Get a few drinks, holla at girls
Snatch up a pair, leave there
Put 'dro in the air, then go and get some grub

I say we go up in this club, show a lil'
Get a few drinks, at some girls
Snatch up a pair, leave there
Put some 'dro in the air, then a few slugs

Ay, ay, ay, pull over right here, I take a pee
And don't go nowhere, wait for me
And if some niggaz do you in the next few minutes
Just my nigga, it's a heaven for a G

Ay ay, hold right there I'll be
I'll be right back, I gotta take a man hold on
Fo' sho, ay man, ay don't leave I'll be right
Ay, don't leave I'll be

your ass up man, damn
Coolest nigga what, Coolest nigga
Coolest what, hustla fo' life, ay man
Aiyyo, hurry yo' ass up, man

Cool ass nigga man, three in the mornin'
Coolest muh'fucker in the man
Niggaz ain't fuckin' me man
high, smokin' fly ass car

I run motherfuckin' streets
Niggaz out here for me
Nigga, I wish a motherfucker
Ay nigga yo' ass up, nigga, damn

Wassup now,
Ain't too cool now, is you