cool When I'm a hot head I don't get lyrical I get serious, lyrically physical I start shouting stuff like derkhead And people think it's really cool
notes for the kilos 'Bout our money, killa bees love the honey Puttin' a sting, on warriors in the ring Get mashed out initiation face slashed out Block
in the crib Youknowmsayin Over here at Marley Marl house Just coolin out My man Clash in the house Sippin on this Bartles & Jaymes premium piece flavor out the cooler
try for a clash shoulder My paper cuts, sam boy did ya rumba don't have my own room I don't even share Just slept on a sofa that's the size of a chair It's cool
a clash shoulder My paper cuts, sam boy did ya rumba don't have my own room I don't even share Just slept on a sofa that's the size of a chair It's cool
Low] I'm ain't livin' in the past, I'm livin' the present Like a ribbon on a present, when deliverin' this smash Count figures on my stash, weapon on my waist Cool
I'm danger-ous its rowdy motherfuckers are up and outty the roughest sucker plucker since they found me Openin' up a can of clash clicks six-packs of
of the underground Gods Gonna make me {fuck} around and have to pull your sound cards [Chorus] [Murs:] Now am I too dope for mainstream or not that cool
hoes come out, nah dawg, I'ma chill right here Tryin to get a good look at these dudes Yet the crowd was less than what I saw before, I play it cool Get
Swing on your mandible and bring out mechanical Devices that splices flesh from the intangible I spark fire like electrical shocks And ready the glocks, to clash
the beef route But everybody wanna speak out Forgot when I was younger Cats try to knock your teeth out Slap you in your mouth piece Until some blood leaks out
I guess it didn't work on "4 3 2 1" You got out done by Canibus the young gun Your last weapon, is to call out Wyclef Jean Not knowing that you callin
part of that throughout the years I'd like to send peace out to all my homeboys that kept it real And love to all my niggas that have died out here
more Might sound crazy, but I ran out of slugs before Yeah, I know the feds watch me But my vest clashes hard with the Versace So I'm just rollin' in
I don't spoke English My point is police pull me over a lot They wonder what kind of rap sheet I got And sometimes I take a young girl out to eat And
Fuck the toughest I'm dangerous it's rowdy Motherfuckers are up and outty the roughest sucker plucker Since they found me Openin' up a can of clash clicks
, transactions, C-notes for the kilos 'Bout our money, killa bees love the honey, puttin' a sting On warriors in the ring, get mashed out initiation face slashed out