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

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

When the city of angels fell I was busy letting you down, woman Flying jets all over my city, uh Cool car trails in the skies, ya Is breaking news all over the TV We were here, by surprise I was at townhouse down in Venice Beach, oh no Still in moments

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

Getting the cool with the happy, they went fire People downing in the middle of the parties again Seems to feel that beat you can't stop bouncing Why don't we keep the rhythm just how it sounds Now people wanna stop the frenzied happening But I need you

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

I like the bass when it booms You like the high-end treble I'm like the ninety-ninth floor And you're cool on street level I like the crowd rock, rock, rock, rocking it loud You like the sound of hush, hush Hey! Keep it down High tops, flip flops, retro,

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

We gon' burn the whole house down Way up, way up we go Been up and down that road Way up, way up, oh no You've got something to hide Used to keep it cool Should I keep it light? Watch me stand in the line You're only serving lies

A mustard seed is (has been said) All that men will need A filthy boy in a Bowery lane Under the times in a drowning rain Stealing bits of sleep again Has heard this common creed Grows into the tallest tree To cool down the sinner's heat I know this man,