Letras
Aw Cool & Dre
I was the one who believed in you
Hahahaha
I got one bad chick, she by my side
About two more wait-in outside
Roll out the red carpet walk past the line
Pass the keys, tell 'em please valet my ride
And just, rock ya body body, rock ya body body
Rock, ya body body, rock ya body
Just rock, who the fuck you know like Cook?
Kill a nigga on a verse, make 'em dance on a hook, now
Joey C, C-Murder like five-oh-fo'
Better have my money 'cause I knock on do's
Better yet I leave 17 peepholes, squeeze with the eagle
Bet I murder like five-oh-fo' Crack, yes
You gon' need protection
This dude mad nice with the Smith & Wesson
You know, automatic, stick shift revolver
Find me in the attic, long dist' the target
After that, do the walk-through like phone booths
What'chu gon' do when them dudes run up on you and
Rock ya body body, catch somebody
Gon' park, the black Denali, watch his body
Just drop, yeah I'm street like that
Pull off the Benny Blanco, yeah it beez like that
Your whole crew boomerang, they ain't G's like that
'Cause when it's time to shoot they quick to point the heat right back
I got one bad chick, she by my side
About two more wait-in outside
Roll out the red carpet walk past the line
Pass the keys, tell 'em please valet my ride
And just, rock ya body body, rock ya body body
Rock, ya body body, rock ya body
Just rock, who the fuck you know like Cook?
Kill a nigga on a verse, make 'em dance on a hook, now
Yo, if Suge rapped how hard would it be
But he don't, so the closest thing you got is me
Ain't no damn near a rapper this loc' as me
Cook Coke on top is how it's 'sposed to be, nigga
Yeah the Bronx is back
It's my niggaz Cool & Dre on this monster track
(What they do Fat?) Yeah we been on some Don shit
Been stompin' niggaz unconscious
Been sendin' niggaz to trauma I bet now you wish