I could see were purples and reds and her silhouette wavin' goodbye she didn't come there lookin' for love and the cool thing was neither did I and neither
's always cool The street teaches what you learn at school Look out, the gang's all here Gettin' tough in tender years Come for a ride, Straight up to heaven Your rocket is ready And
verse of all time So you might want to go back to the lab tonight and um Scribble out them rhymes you were going to spit And start over from scratch and
! I know that you'll probably go, and join in a gang," "Yeah, right. Im out Where's my fuckin' walkman at?" "Stop cussin' at me!" "Shut up, bitch!" "And
nigga I miss you, and that’s just bein real wit you You see the truth is Everybody wanna know how close me and snoop is And who I’m still cool wit Then
man ust say bey Fi har reputation naah guh no-way Mi hear say all she and Squidley dem deh So she shouldnt talk and she nuh have no props Cheese
all about to do But I’m about to hit the streets with my crew And, Keep Clubbin’ Quit complainin’ yeah dog you look cool Now pull out your chains and floss your jewels And
or dieeeee, its just you and i-i-i-i like a pair of di-i-i-ce, we can let it ride Hook: KEV NISH I-I-I-I-I Party all day and all n-n-n-night, And
off the plane Four gang bangers, professional crack slangers Rented a car at wholesale Drove to the ghetto, and checked in a motel Unpacked and I grab
told, cause I didn’t witness the whole act In and out was the movement of the bozack It was hot and sweaty and lots of pushin Then the nut came gushin And
Jane my wife. Should I marry Jane tonight? I would if I could. I'd do anything spontaneously. Or we can keep chilling like ice cream filling We can be cool in the gang
please He dancing behind me I feel what's under his jeans And I had one too many so I'm under his scheme I mean I'm cool and the gang The music is
my bet Cool and the gang play on the radio Back on the block Picking the locks And I'm hitching a ride out of this no good town Late on my rent And
way to Rio After I see my P.O. She cool, she a Leo She ain't trippin' off the weed smoke So I'ma blow it like the Patriots And throw my dub up, cus Dr
a nigga all up on her Some trick done got mad and ran to the wagon and grabbed a 12 gauge pump Probably full of that numby numb that coke and rum and
company [Hook 2X] [Trick Daddy] I could smoke up a whole arm of that Purple kush and the jamaican shit Get rid of all the stems and seeds And get a dutch and split it and
Saturday evening if I remember it right And we had just gotten back off tour last night So the gang and I thought that it would be groovy If we summoned up the posse and
