I'm so tired Of all the problems you've been causin' me (ha—ha—ha) We are not cool no mo' as far as I can see You kicked me down I've fallen, I'm crawlin' It's all your fault Mo' money, mo' problems it is Now I'm back to writin' my lyrical novel again

I come up hard baby, but now I'm cool I didn't make it sugar, playin' by the rules I come up hard baby, but now I'm fine I'm checkin' trouble sugar, movin' down the line I come up hard baby, but that's okay 'Cause trouble man, don't get in my way I come

Drop another daffodil We can push on through till morning Sail right off the map until morning Run your fingers down the cool underbelly of the blue evening Crank that vapor-wagon Start that kick dragon beating Step out on the patio Follow where your

Yeah you learn to fly and if you can't then you just free-fall May we all know that nothing ain't cool 'til you wear the new one The sound of a quarter rollin' down a jukebox Play the Travis Tritt right above the 2Pac For you get lost down some road Slow

Cause Carolina boys get rowdy loud Don't look at me Ill turn your whole world upside down Did you see me looking cool in my white tee shirt And my cowboy boots And my baby blues Staring at you from across the room Did you see me looking at you

Like violence you kill me Six bottles went down the drain One hours a waste of time I'd ask if you feel the same Still pushing that chance to try Your breath in this cool room chill Long hair that blows side to side You speak and make time stand still

No pare! Sigue, sigue! Welcome home When the world was just a subway map When you’re home Cool us down I used to think we lived at the top of the world And the one-slash-nine

Dance, dance, dance Just wanna dance, dance, dance Where you want me I came the party on my own Don't need nobody in my song I get down to the beat I loose control Boy you can cool it down I'm here to fool around

Get my Maybach washed at the studio I'm passing out xans to the groupie hoes I got five on a Lamb' like Coolio Multi-million, now I'm hanging with the shooters tho Yeah, bust downs, got a few of those Yeah, bitch stop calling my phone up, I'm in the

3 cool chicks 3 cool cats Parked on the corner in a beat up car Devourin' up a liquor candy bar Talkin' all about how sharp they are These 3 cool cats Walkin' down the street just swingin' their hips Spinnin' up a bag of potato chips And 3 cool cats did