Lyrics:
And my radio's loud enough to keep you gruntin'
My name is Cool J, I'm from the rock
Circulating through your radio non-stop
I'm lookin' at the wires
to keep you gruntin'
My name is Cool J, I'm from the rock
Circulating through your radio non-stop
I'm lookin' at the wires behind the cassette
And now I'm
khaki suit"
Well, one day, up the Avenue
There was a man, surrounded by the Dogg Pound crew
He said ah, "Hear ye! Hear ye! Come one, come all!
Ayy, don't put that in my vlog
Y'all got me fucked up
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
Yeah, I was just sittin' in the hole like
"How it's lookin' in
look at me, inside your jewelery box
About to pawn your necklace, every night you were in the window, lookin'
But what you do when your grandson's
the reaper surely waits
Standin' with my victims, waitin' by the Pearly Gates
Lookin' like they locked me out, I'm lookin' through the keyhole
Wishin' I
posted on the lot
Got a pocket full of money 'cause I'm fresh off the block
yeah we sippin', dippin', tippin', elbow swangin' out the window
Swimming
know what we goin' through
Shawty keep throwin' it up (It up)
Like my Rollie on wrist, man, she bust down
Don't know, what's all in your cup? (Oh yeah)
be ridin' shot gun escort your window broke out son
A cool breeze got my lips chap, mornin' slap some
Soul in my bread basket gap contain "x" marks
Life's like I've been lookin' through the third-person
Camera lenses, mirrors, time reverses
Lines re-worded, windows, shower curtains
Lookin
That grow outside my window
Lookin' at the things that pass my by
Wonderin' if where I've been is worth the things
I've been through
Endin' with
{Shaggy 2 Dope}
O shit,who that?..rollin' down the block
Another closet smoker lookin' for some rock
The Jag pulled up and the window rolled down
"I'm
These niggaz want to waste me it ain't nothing new to me
Soon as he walked by I was ready to bust
But he just posted up like he was waitin' on the bus
Now
Yeah
Purps on the beat, Purps on the beat
From Cali to New Orleans
And back
The tires won't slide if the motor ain't hot
Come through, leave
bound now,
Oh, maybe I'll build my house on your cloud
Here I'm tumbling for you
Stumbling through the work that I have to do
Don't mean to harm you
By
in a blue I check to see how you're doin
I know you need loot, so I send it through Western Union
They probably knock down the door
In the middle
the way I do
Yeah we cruisin' through the streets
Windows down and got our heads boppin'
Nothin' new to me, oxytocin got the bed rockin'
I got whatchu need
and my shiverin'
Voice is singin' through a crack in the window
Na, na, na, na, na, I better go it alone
Na, na, na, na, na, I better go it alone
Na,
lemonade
I love when we up in the streets
Down by my 'hood or the beach
Got one hand on my thigh, other hand on the window
It don't get no better than me
There's a place I've been lookin' for
That took me in and out of buildings
Behind windows, walls and doors
And I thought I found it
Couple times,
the windows
You threw my shit out the windows
Said fuck me and my Nintendo
That's a PlayStation by the way, bitch
But I'ma miss you
Felt that deep in my
I'm jaded and faded
By the fact that I made it
Gave me the game and I played it
Made me a name and you hate it
They say I'm insane cuz I'm crazy
And my radio's loud enough to keep you gruntin'
My name is Cool J, I'm from the rock
Circulating through your radio non-stop
I'm lookin' at the wires
it's crack, 200 grams
I pump a G-pack, peepin' for where the D's at
It's slow, lookin' for Rambo
The cop who got grazed back in the days
Chasin'
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