Cool J

I was keyed when I came here, its not gon be my f*ckin play (Ayy)
Ah, what I tell you? What I tell you? What I tell you?
Always how it is (Im sayin ), Ayy, KBeaZy, you fired up
I been goin everywhere he cant go (Cant go, n*gga)
Cool J, n*gga, with the Kangol
I been hittin pus*y from an angle (Oh yeah)
Feel like Peso Peso with these pesos, ahh (Peso, peso, peso, peso)
Crodie brought the K, these n*ggas scared off (Cronem)
Ima mash up the pus*y like potatoes (Mash it up)
And the feds aint on em cause they paid off, yeah (Paid)
Call that n*gga Joe, he a traitor (Uh-huh)
Got his b*tch 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 aint into hearing stories that they made up (Nah, nah, n*gga)
Money coming in the mail without a pay stub (Money coming in)
Theres college b*tches in the party like the Sugar Bowl
Her mamas getting f*cked up like its the Super Bowl (She a MILF)
These diamonds dancing on my neck, I got the winners gold (Damn , damn)
We aint talking paper when we talking magazines
Rock star status but not no Adam Levine
Rolling like some tires when Im rolling off a bean
Pops was a hustler, I got hustle in my genes
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 n*ggas never been (Yeah)
We was doing things that these n*ggas never seen (Yeah, yeah)
Paid it one time, over a hunnid and ten (Paid it one time )
Pay me one time, b*tch, you owe me a percent (Pay me one time)
Young n*gga hustle since 2010
Bubbly, Hennessy, tequila, keep the gin, uh
B*tches and n*ggas playing games they dont 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 Ima need some oxygen
Theres a ghost in the room, you just didnt know who it is
Watch how a n*gga whip the money to a Benz
Watch how lil shorty do my brother for the rent
And she 36, she aint even finessing for her kids
Leaving Trinidad, tryna swing through with bout 36
We aint talking paper when we talking magazines
Rock star status but not no Adam Levine
Rolling like some tires when Im rolling off a bean
Pops was a hustler, I got hustle in my genes
I been goin everywhere he cant go (Cant go, n*gga)
Cool J, n*gga, with the Kangol
I been hittin pus*y from an angle (Yeah, I hit it up)
Feel like Peso Peso with these pesos (Peso, peso, peso, peso)
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 n*ggas never been (Brr)
We was doing things that these n *ggas never seen (Yeah, yeah, yeah, brr)
Know what Im sayin? (Know what Im sayin?)
South side (South side), south side(South side), ooh
Shout out my n*ggas side hustle one time, man (Brr, brr)
It dont get no realer than this, you know what Im sayin?
Three thirty-three , UTU sh*t, you know what Im sayin, North gang, ahh
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, b*tch, you know Im double G (Oh)
Bought a little Sprizzy, I dirtied up the lean (Ha)
Bought his first strizzy, couldnt wait to intervene
I dont buy pus*y, that aint never been in me (Yeah, yeah)
How I get myself in places I dont 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)
B* tch, I feel like DMX, all the rough riders with me
If lil shawty get me vexed, we gon kick her out her dreams (Lil b*tch, ha)
We aint talking paper when we talking magazines ( Magazines)
Rock star status but not no Adam Levine (Yeah, yeah)
Rolling like some tires when Im rolling off a bean (Oh)
Pops was a hustler, I got hustle in my genes (In my genes)