The coolest niggah... what? [X16] Lord please have sympathy, and forgive My Cool Young History, as The coolest niggah... what? [X4]
[Verse 1] I love the Lord, But sometimes it's like that I love me more I love the peace And I love the war I love the seas and I love the shore No love for no beach baby, that's loyal But she doesn't see, therefore I spoil I trip, I fall run up and brawl. I love her, with all my heart Every vein, every vessel, every bullet lodged With every flower that I ever took apart She said - that she would give me greatness, status, placement above the others My face would grace covers of the magazines of the hustlers Paper, the likes of which that I had never seen Her eyes glow green with the logo of our dreams The purpose of our scene, The obscene obsession for the bling She would be my queen, I could be her king Together, she would make me cool and we would both rule, forever, And I would never feel pain and never be without pleasure, ever, again And if the rain stops, And everything's dry she would cry Just so I can drink the tears from her eyes She'll teach me how to fly Even cushion my fall If my engines ever stall and I plummet from the sky But she will keep me high And if I ever die She would comission my image on her bosom To hum Or maybe she'd retire as well A match made in Heaven set the fires in Hell and I'll be...
The coolest niggah... what? [X8] Lord please have sympathy, And forgive My Cool Young History as The coolest niggah... what? [X4]
[Verse 2] And so began our reign The Trinity, her and I came No weather man could ever stand What her and I can Hella hard Umbrella, whatever, put plywood on propeller panes, And pray to God that the flood subside 'cause you gonna need a sub till he does reply And not one of Jared's You think it's all arid and everything's irie Another supply That means another July Inside my endless summer That was just the eye of the Unger Felix, 'cause he is the cleanest among the Younger, outstanding achieving up-and-comers The ones that had deadbeat daddies and well to do mommas But not well enough to keep 'em from us The ones that were fightin' in class Who might not pass Rap record pressure to laugh and a life not fast "Can you feel it?"[echo] That's what I got asked "Do I love her?"[echo] I said I don't know Streets got my heart, Game got my soul One time's my sunshine will never hurt your soul Quote To a crying, dishonored baby momma Who's the momma to a daughter That I had fathered from afar My new lady gave me a Mercedes and a necklace with a solid gold key Like the starter of a car The opener of a door or two pounds of raw You gave me a baby, but what about lately? then ha-ha-ha-ha-ha'd Right up in her face, G There's more fish in the sea, I'm on my mission to be, be
The Coolest niggah... what? [X8] Lord please have sympathy, and forgive My Cool Young History The Coolest... what? [X4]
[Verse 3] Come. These are the tales of The Cool. Guaranteed to make you go and fail from your school And seek unholy grails like a fool and hang with the players of the pool Fast talkin' on the hustle No Heaven up above you No Hell underneath ye and nowhere will recieve thee So. Shed no tear when we're not here and keep your faith, as we chase