Lyrics
Woo, and you say New York City, ah uh
Back by popular demand
(Ah yaya yaya yayaya)
You been waitin' in the baby for so long baby
We had 'em starvin', ay yo E, the big homey
Star studded, my ear lobes is flooded
DJ's wanna rub it, bootleggers wanna dub it
Easy does it, ladies love it, cats with big budgets
BB Jay, two jets and Tar Smith luggage
Clowns talkin' rubbish and pretendin' they thuggish
But I'm a young livin' legend like Pee Wee at the ruckus
I was raised out of Queens but rap kept me off it
Cover of Feds Magazine, put me in the Gulf stream
Ya man done it, push the E-X one hundred
And you don't want it, I got the whole rap game cornered
Watch me flaunt it, damn right I'm iconic
Soon as next find a icey track, I slide on it
I know there's gotta be a fine honey
With her hands up in this club for me
I'm about to get her
And I know there's gotta be some kinda chick up off in here
That's got the hots for me
I'm about to get her
See I know there's gotta be one sexy little freak
That wanna live with me
I'm about to get her
I know it's gotta be a girl that wants to come to V.I.P.
And drink with me
I'm about to get her
The beach front estate, mega yacht by the lake
The safe in the floor with a lifetime of cake
Wifey e-mail and make my side vibrate
Cats can't believe I'm still hot, I got 'em irate
The hip-hop boss of the empire state
Cats never front on me, they know I drive weight
It's the best that ever did it, they call me Cool J
Been platinum so long, my skin's turning grey
Okay, they don't know how to act
And my BDS was miles ago to Cali and back
Minimum, private jets in the millennium
Plenty of Benjamins, hot ladies and gentlemen
I know there's gotta be a fine honey
With her hands up in this club for me
I'm about to get her
And I know there's gotta be some kinda chick up off in here