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Hey! Be cool under heat Be cool under heat Be cool on the street Be cool under heat When the baby and you got to fight Go cool your love in the rain
edge Hey! Be cool under heat Be cool under heat Be cool on the street Be cool under heat When the baby and you got to fight Go cool your love in the
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the year, my spot These bitches look so good, oh my god Looking at the man in the mirror im so hot Shorty wanna cut, cool make sure the door lock Off
save Hoes I'm not that heroic Could you be my escort Cause just like them two door Fords Damn, they don't make 'em like you no more Cole World, real Cole World Them boys cool
Utah, the other one from Portland We in Cali though, but I am from New Orleans I can't lie, I lust for things Like an old-school black Old Cut supreme
yeah That sh-t look like a toupee I get what you get in 10 years, in two days Ladies love me I'm on my cool J If you get what I get what would
Whenever I'm dressed cool my parents put up a fight And if I'm hot shot, mom will cut my hair at night And in the morning I'm short of my identity I scream
's talk about the cars y'all got You say you got a lotta whips, well I got a lot I got the right to be cocky Get so much cut, disc jockeys jock me You
oh oh oh Do you remember back in old l.a. When everybody drove a Chevrolet What ever happened to the boy next door The sun tanned crew cut
championship fight, I BEEN the greatest. See the fact is... what you doin', I did it. You lames tryna clone my style and run wit it. That's cool, I was
cut a six-inch valley Through the middle of my skull At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet And a freight train running through the middle of my head Only you can cool
pray for a honky tonk destiny You cut your teeth in the smoky bars And live off the tips from a pickle jar 'Til you find a cool new sound And you smile
It's just a size and the mind that won't give you up And if I think about it, well, am I cool yet? 'Cause it's the word of the knife that won't cut you
