Mr. Cool (That Ain't Cool)

Who, you? You ain't cool Hell nah You? [Verse 1] You ride around in the Benz with the shiny rims The same one on the bedroom wall of little Jamal He wanna be just like you, he want the motorcycle The rifle, the culture cipher you guzzle The wives that you juggle Yeah, he hear about the pies that you smuggle Yet all he see is the glamor Give a damn about the lives that you trouble Get ready for little you You creating a fool He even heard that you be fucking with wolves But still think you so Cool You need to be taking shorty to school You ain't cool You's a motherfucking fool You need to be dropping shorty some jewels You ain't cool [Verse 2] You in the studio rapping how you gon make it rain You need to ask the man in the mirror to make a change You rocking red and soo wooing like you relate to gangs You ain't banging, you be hanging down at the Laker game These rap niggas the definition of tough herbs When they rhyming they turn to hustlers, quick to bust birds See em in they video wilding, spitting cuss words Director yell cut, turn back to a bitch with a dust nerve It'd be easy to make this sucka take his chain off Just to prove to him we ain't cut from the same cloth You the white man's mule, just a popular fool Supposed to be using hip hop as a tool You ain't cool You play the game but you don't play by the rules That ain't cool Man, you's a motherfucking fool The ghetto's on fire, you adding the fuel That ain't cool Nah Check [Verse 3] You on the television bragging bout your better living How you the wife of a baller and you get recognition You know being independent's a much better decision You groupies the reason niggas lose respect for the women And all these reality shows that expose These women for who they are, and make em look like hoes A shame what a bitch'll do for some views For sleeping with dudes You think you win but as a people we lose That ain't cool Can't have my daughters looking up to a flooz That ain't cool You's a motherfucking fool Put your value in some red bottom shoes That ain't cool Check, check it out Yes Saigon Yeah yeah, good guy gang We here to stay Scram Jones, Saigon, we back Kicking reality rap Nahmsayin it ain't ever gon stop, good guy gang Ha ha, S to the