| Oh no no no
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| Oh no no no
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| Uh uh uh no uh no no da da do da do
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| I wanna mack in the back of a stack Cadillac and roll through the hood
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| I’ll be a bad motherfucker texting lovers undercover like «Baby, what’s good?»
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| I mean cooler than a pimp wearing velvet
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| Giving you some game to go and sell it
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| 'Cause game’s not to be told like
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| (What's cooler than being cool? ICE COLD!)
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| Top down if the wind breezing
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| The sun’s out, that’s that mid season
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| I ain’t driving so I am drinking
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| Look, showing out, that’s for no reason
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| I see 'em peeking but they ain’t speaking
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| And that’s cool 'cause we ain’t need 'em
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| Alright
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| I wanna get down like Sleepy Brown
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| Real smooth like we used to
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| Real cool like we used to
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| Take it back to when we used to
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| Roll through the city, looking pretty like «What's up?»
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| I wanna get down like Sleepy Brown
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| And that’s cool, real cool, we cool
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| And that’s cool, real cool, we cool
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| And that’s cool, real cool, we cool
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| Something like Sade
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| But it ain’t dripping off that big body
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| Or like listening to Big Boi and André, sippin' OJ and Bombay
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| I mean cooler than Anita in the freezer
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| Put her in the Rich and nice to meet ya—still
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| The game’s not to be told like
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| (What's cooler than being cool? ICE COLD!)
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| Look, 2 A.M. |
| and we still sippin'
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| Brown and clear, yeah, we been mixin'
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| Your hands on me, I can feel 'em slippin'
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| Alright, my girls texting but I don’t listen
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| Like «Where you at?»; |
| think I’ve gone missin'
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| But we good, so I ain’t trippin'
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| I wanna get down like Sleepy Brown
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| Real smooth like we used to
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| Real cool like we used to
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| Take it back to when we used to
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| Roll through the city, looking pretty like «What's up?»
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| I wanna get down like Sleepy Brown
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| And that’s cool, real cool, we cool
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| And that’s cool, real cool, we cool
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| And that’s cool, real cool, we cool
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| Knock on wood, grain
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| Never say never in the hood, mayne
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| Knock on wood, grain
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| Look
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| Knock on wood, grain
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| Never say never in the hood, mayne
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| Knock on wood, grain
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| I wanna get down like Sleepy Brown
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| Real smooth, real cool
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| Now take me back to when we used to… |