Letras:
Cars The Cool Fool

from your junkie drawer (?) you fell onto the floor uh then got up up for more I remember the night uh you blew away you just couldn't wait you

is the home of slang and shit talk Gold diggin' hoes don't get no doe They just get on all fours and get big balls At night, watch out, the cars get jacked

to be if you're planning on being a star Let me tell you it's always cool And the boss don't mind sometimes if you're acting like a fool Working at the

a flow that's cool with me You got a little dough that cool with me You got a little cars, little jewelries But none of y'all motherfuckers could fool

boat docks I'm headed to the church To play Bingo Fleece me with the gamblers' flocks I can keep my cool at poker But I'm a fool when love's at stake

no permission, get real close No bullshittin, keep up the rhythm and make a choice Now move with it, what shall I do with it Through with it, you can act a fool

on the weekends Seven days a weekend man, I walk in yo church reekin Now Lester called me a heathen old fish eyed fool Bitch had the nerve to repeat old fish eyed fool

is I have none Too late to grab guns I'm blastin cause I'm a cool nigga Thought I wouldn't have that ass done? Fooled you niggaz What you call a infinite

none Too late; I'm mad done, I'm blastin cause I'm a cool brother Thought I wouldn't have that ass done? Fooled you brothers What you call a infinite