Everybody, are you with me? Let that igloo cooler mark your piece of paradise Everybody's feeling sexy Holler if you're ready for some summer nights Things start getting all heated up When it starts getting cool, yeah

B- boys makin' with the freak freak Putting song together ain't no puzzle like yahtzee Sending this out to k-rob and rahmalzee Let me introduce myself on this cut I'm Adrock, I'm lit like a motherfuck Well, I'm brewing up rhymes like I was using a still

Uh God uh you know what we gotta do son Why know what I'm sayin? Word up Make that millions fam No doubt, it's only there for the takings son Matter of fact let me get some of that beer son We drunk all that shit hey yo 44th Side convention Queens

The only thing that's worse than one is none The things I want to say to you get lost before they come Let me apologize to begin with Let me apologize for what I'm about to say And somehow I got caught up in between Between my lies and how the truth gets

Everybody, are you with me? Let that igloo cooler mark your piece of paradise Everybody's feeling sexy Holler if you're ready for some summer nights Things start getting all heated up When it starts getting cool, yeah

Niggas done started something If you love the money, then prepare to die for it You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it Yo, ay yo let's get papers and pop Mo' with hoes up in skyscrapers In condominiums, overlooking our drug capers New York

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Young rich nigga, smoking weed when I wanna King of fucking everything Wake up in the morning, grab my trees and I get to it Young nigga, I do my own thing so let me do it If you wanna know a thing about me, I'm 'bout my paper Fuck

Tired as fuck The Greedy Palace has been keeping me up See now then Or get so high that you can't let go I only had to tilt the paddle toward my chin Can't and won't you will and can It's so hard to wonder why when you don't feel worthy of Being aloft,

Because it's just a matter of time Before your confidence will win out Keep the faith, baby, yea Just keep your eyes on the prize To get your dreams up off the ground But you got to keep the faith Don't let nobody take you down, brother And your feet

Maybe we crazy, but this is the way we came up Nigga front, and somethin' gon go down Nigga stunt, cruise to this bitch if you want Widout a strap, and you gon getcha ass laid down Yea, uhuh, lets take em dere, yea Man Sonny a fed joint, he half way out