Cool J

I was keyed when I came here, it's not gon' be my fuckin' play Ayy Ah, what I tell you What I tell you What I tell you Always how it is I'm sayin', Ayy, KBeaZy, you fired up Chorus I been goin' everywhere he can't go Can't go, nigga Cool J, nigga, with the Kangol I been hittin' pussy from an angle Oh yeah Feel like Peso Peso with these pesos, ahh Peso, peso, peso, peso Verse 1 Crodie brought the K, these niggas scared off Cronem I'ma mash up the pussy like potatoes Mash it up And the feds ain't on 'em 'cause they paid off, yeah Paid Call that nigga Joe, he a traitor Uh-huh Got his bitch up in my bed and she laid up, yeah Uh-huh Had to switch to LA like the Oakland Raiders Yeah, I switch it up Call a rasta from Jamaica let him air it out Rasta mon, rasta mon I ain't into hearing stories that they made up Nah, nah, nigga Money coming in the mail without a pay stub Money coming in There's college bitches in the party like the Sugar Bowl Her mama's getting fucked up like it's the Super Bowl She a MILF These diamonds dancing on my neck, I got the winner's gold Damn, damn Refrain We ain't talking paper when we talking magazines Rock star status but not no Adam Levine Rolling like some tires when I'm rolling off a bean Pops was a hustler, I got hustle in my genes Verse 2 I was riding dirty but the feds thought I was clean I was clean I was making money, breaking bread off for my team Making money We was going places that you niggas never been Yeah We was doing things that these niggas never seen Yeah, yeah Paid it one time, over a hunnid and ten Paid it one time Pay me one time, bitch, you owe me a percent Pay me one time Young nigga hustle since 2010 Bubbly, Hennessy, tequila, keep the gin, uh Bitches and niggas playing games they don't want to win If I call up K, then you know we get it in If I call up K, yeah So much smoke in the room I'ma need some oxygen There's a ghost in the room, you just didn't know who it is Watch how a nigga whip the money to a Benz Watch how lil' shorty do my brother for the rent And she 36, she ain't even finessing for her kids Leaving Trinidad, tryna swing through with 'bout 36 Refrain We ain't talking paper when we talking magazines Rock star status but not no Adam Levine Rolling like some tires when I'm rolling off a bean Pops was a hustler, I got hustle in my genes Chorus I been goin' everywhere he can't go Can't go, nigga Cool J, nigga, with the Kangol I been hittin' pussy from an angle Yeah, I hit it up Feel like Peso Peso with these pesos Peso, peso, peso, peso Bridge I was riding dirty but the feds said I was clean I was making money, breaking bread off for my team Yeah We was going places that you niggas never been Brr We was doing things that these niggas never seen Yeah, yeah, yeah, brr Know what I'm sayin' Know what I'm sayin' South side South side, south side South side, ooh Shout out my nigga's side hustle one time, man Brr, brr It don't get no realer than this, you know what I'm sayin' Three thirty-three, UTU shit, you know what I'm sayin', North gang, ahh Verse 3 We was juggin, never did no one dirty for the cream Yup, yup Couple of them choppers came straight from the Middle East Uh Gucci on my body, bitch, you know I'm double G Oh Bought a little Sprizzy, I dirtied up the lean Ha Bought his first strizzy, couldn't wait to intervene I don't buy pussy, that ain't never been in me Yeah, yeah How I get myself in places I don't wanna be How How How Think you want this life Try a year of bein' me Yeah Perkies and the X work together like a team Oh If you double up the X, it gon' be a porno scene Oh Bitch, I feel like DMX, all the rough riders with me If lil' shawty get me vexed, we gon kick her out her dreams Lil' bitch, ha Outro We ain't talking paper when we talking magazines Magazines Rock star status but not no Adam Levine Yeah, yeah Rolling like some tires when I'm rolling off a bean Oh Pops was a hustler, I got hustle in my genes In my genes