Mr Kool

Here come Mr. Kool [Verse 1] Yeah nigga I love it Ain't a nigga to talk shit I'm a nigga that does it Couple more months and this shit'll be covered Take it back to the trap house or the brick in the cupboard South side so I'm living it southern White girl get the boxes and cut 'em When will it stop I ain't stopping for nothing Index right on top of the button Shout Bob yeah that nigga's my cousin Sitting down having us a real nigga discussion Real talk all my niggas that suffered Who them, man them niggas are suckers Big boss star on the side of the busses Chicks going nuts I don't know what the fuss is You say you want to fuck well then give up the crutches She's willing to fuck me if I will her to touch it [Hook] Yeah I got my kool backs sitting on stacks with girls in Cadillacs Leaning hard and we're puffing Keep it on low, 'bout the niggas get amulets? Yeah Mr Kool's back, stand on my grind Don't distract just, where is at? Leaning hard and we're puffing and we're puffing and we're puffing [Verse 2] Yeah nigga the poet, man that nigga from UK damn that nigga be flowing That nigga go hard and doesn't he know it Take it back to the old days I was getting to slow Every other day I be getting a show in Chicks going nuts, caressing and blowing Pool parties I be dipping my toe in They calling me poison, I be Bel Biv Devoe-ing Well fuck that man I'm keeping it going If I keep niggas guessing I keep them from knowing The lethalest weapon is speaking my poem So the police won't rest, they try keep me from blowing Is it sow what you reap or you reap what you're sowing Sometimes you walk in and don't know where you're going [?] bless his people below him Setting lessons in life that'll teach us to know him [Hook]x2