looks I wanna be kool, just like you yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah I wanna be, I wanna be, kool like you Yeah yeah, kool like you
bomb!! [Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice] To all you silly suckas wo try to abuse us: When we get ignited you can't diffuse us It'll be on radio and even TV That
the same kind Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line You was just a little smaller but you still roller Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swoll Member when you
all you punk police -- can you see me? Am I clear to you? Picture me rollin nigga, legit Free like O.J. all day You can't stop me You know I got
Just those that love me to pretend to love me and say they buddies Sometimes I want to maneuver with the ruger To live like Freddie Krueger these nightmares just
you at?, where you at? Where my real thugs? Where you at?, where you at? Where my real thugs? Where you at?, where you at? Where my real thugs?
] [Kastro] Now, we all ride, and down to die who wit us Speak up, or get treated like you comin to kill us Ain't nothin but squealers, in this rap game
young thug cry They seeing us inside a casket That's how they see us Oh God forgive us ghetto bastards We human beings They leaving us inside this hell-hole Just
waiting for some thug shit, thats what they tell me So many rumors but I'm infinitely Immortal Outlaw Switching up on you ordinary bitches like a south paw you
you right then nigga die for it Let them other brothers try, at least you tried for it When it's time to die to be a man you pick the way you leave
ground* These niggaz is still fuckin talkin? You nigga still breathin? Fuckin roaches, aight Aight, it's the Raid on you All day You punk mutha-fuckas
uhh) You wanna fuck with us You Little young ass mutha-fuckas Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something You fucking with me, nigga ? You fuck
fastin' like it's Rimadon Bowlish way in Lebanon, know 50 the bomb I be at the edge of the bar, sippin' a Don I keep the bottle just in case, you never
platinum trio’s back on you hoes. Chorus : Eminem So crack a bottle, let your body waddle. Don’t act like a snobby model. You just hit the lotto. O-
later you little haters Are too jealous of us to love us You hate it G-Unit made it and Obie's coming D-Tweezy's coming you're sick to your stomach 50
like you) Well here I go (I hope, I hope to me you won?t lie too) Well tell me boy I?m looking for a guy like you (Yeah you know me) (I hope) I hope you
: [feat. Chris Brown] [Intro:] I like that You like that? Yeah, I like that You like that? Yeah, I like that You like that? Yeah, I like that [Verse
