Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song COOOL LIKE DAT , by - Black Josh. Song from the album Attack of the 50,000 ft SWEG LAWDS from Outer Space, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопCOOOL LIKE DAT |
| Okay, I see you’re |
| On top of the world getting brains off your Mother Earth (That's right!) |
| You love life but I fucked it first |
| On my death bed, I’m agitated not able to rest yet |
| Sat daydreaming with some ket heads, nigga! |
| I’m Sweg like Spooderman, first on the podium |
| Handling bitches like a custodian |
| I do it for the kids at Nickelodeon that don’t follow the laws of their |
| draconian (Fuck the government!) |
| I’m back on road again and guys are still begging it like homeless men |
| With little man syndrome more complex than Napoleons |
| I’m XL, Microsoft I will excel. |
| Nicotine all I exhale |
| Got my fingers going yellow like jaundice disease |
| I’m rolling a rolly whilst talking to trees, I greeted em with a hug before |
| sparking the leaves |
| I was trying my best to tarnish the scene, it must be working cause they think |
| I’m one of the hardest MC’s |
| (Yo, yo, yo!) |
| I’m Captain Cook I got the recipes, for audio amphetamine |
| Got you so high that you’ll never land, like stoners in the Netherlands |
| Who think they know all about weed because they went to 'Dam for three days |
| I’m on the biggest council estate in Europe, doing solvents |
| Having foursomes, with me, myself and the Olsens (Twin sisters) |
| I’m so motherfucking important, I got offered the Nike deal before Jordan |
| (Space Jam) |
| Goo-goo-gagga got in my baby bottle |
| Coo-coo-crazy my DNA on your ladies tonsils |
| Gucci beer goggles, smoking Marian, Mary, Madeline |
| Singing gospel in the brothel |
| No ones to blame but it ain’t my fault, no ones to blame but it ain’t my fault |
| I’m just coool like dat! |
| I’m coool like dat |
| I’m just coool like dat! |
| I’m coool like dat |
| No ones to blame but it ain’t my fault, no ones to blame but it ain’t my fault |
| I’m just coool like dat! |
| I’m coool like dat |
| I’m just coool like dat! |
| I’m coool like dat |
| Ellesse sweatband, Richie Tenenbaum sweg, rolling out of hell with a severed |
| horned head |
| Not even out of breath, I rep BLAH to death. |
| Your Ma' offered me breakfast in |
| bed, I said naaa and left laaa |
| To pawn me Olympic medal for the lawyers fee, like there’s not much in life you |
| can enjoy for free |
| This is the last time the world toys with me, walk away and chong a regal ciggy |
| like royalty |
| I make the people rise as I enter, I’m sentimental minus the senti |
| Let’s make this all about me, if that’s okay with you? |
| This is something I was |
| made to do |
| (I've been selling drugs) Since the age of two, me favourite colour is |
| suffocation blue |
| I lace me brew, then raise me multi grade days in health |
| I take the micky like I date raped meself |
| I’m off me head like Mark Berry, the second greatest in the world after R-Kelly |
| I make paper then spend it all on drugs and clothes |
| Then bust a pose, fucking hoes like double-0's |
| With no soul, pouring Henny in a whales blow hole hoe |
| Ya' say you don’t know but you do though, don’t you though though |
| I kill you off like a do-do |
| I’m Slick Rick James Brown, I’ll level with you on me way down |
| No ones to blame but it ain’t my fault, no ones to blame but it ain’t my fault |
| I’m just coool like dat! |
| I’m coool like dat |
| I’m just coool like dat! |
| I’m coool like dat |
| No ones to blame but it ain’t my fault, no ones to blame but it ain’t my fault |
| I’m just coool like dat! |
| I’m coool like dat |
| I’m just coool like dat! |
| I’m coool like dat |
Lyrics of the artist's songs: Black Josh
Lyrics of the artist's songs: Lee Scott