LYRICS
The homies say I'm the truest
The b*****s think I'm the cutest
The definition what cool is
Boy I thought you knew this
B***h I do this
Uh I used to to wanna
By like Michael Jordan
Figured that I'd hit
The NBA and make a fortune
Thank God for these rap recordings
I can ball like him
On every verse and chorus
5-0-1s Louis letterman jacket
Little brother only five
Momma put him on my taxes
You know that Compton ghetto shit
That every Section 8 tenant
Is familiar with Ooh wee
They say he something like
The seventies but I'm from '87
With a thousand dimes you
Got eighty sevens
Gourmet sneakers hair nappy
****ing all my high school teachers
That was '05 bro
And I don't like 'em if
The ass thin
And I don't wife 'em if a nigga
Is her best friend
The shit I look like
A billion bucks and that's why
The homies say I'm the truest
The b*****s think I'm the cutest
The definition what cool is
Boy I thought you knew this
B***h I do this
B***h I do this
B***h I do this
The definition what cool is
Boy I thought you knew this
B***h I do this
She looking at the car
Like she wanna **** it
She looking at the wrist
Like she wanna **** it
Hating on her girlfriend
Just so I can **** it
She say she on birth control
No I don't trust it hoe
Uh so give me fifty feet champ
Run until I got a bunion
And my feet cramp
I'm in the hot spot
I know they seats damp
And I don't need your cosign
That's a cheap stamp
You ****ing check's cash
And I'm GT crashing
1-0-5 off rap
Ay that lil' b***h got it
Going on
G5 going-going-going gone
Cloud nine mind state
I drop a record
Then I raise the crime rate
Killing this shit
Where's your funeral tie
A-B-C-D-E-F-G
**** skip to Y
The homies say I'm the truest
The b*****s think I'm the cutest
The definition what cool is
Boy I thought you knew this
B***h I do this
B***h I do this
B***h I do this
The definition what cool is
Boy I thought you knew this
B***h I do this
She looking at the car
Like she wanna **** it
She looking at the wrist
Like she wanna **** it
Hating on her girlfriend
Just so I can **** it
Say she on birth control
No I don't trust it
Aooow First off
I'm a rider b***h
Put them twenty-sixes
On a Silverado b***h
I keep my niggas with
A finer b***h
Snap my fingers
She'll go and find a d**k
Tell them **** boys that I do this
Got the best product round town
Frank Lucas
Confuse 'em like a Rubix
Cube when I roll up
Okay Subway bread like
Some cold cuts
And I drop cold cuts
B*****s go crazy
Wild like a Haitian
I should set up shop in Haiti
**** you, pay me, paper
Over which b***h I choose
When I drop you ain't
Getting paper nor a ****in' skid row
B***h I do this
B***h I do this
The definition what cool is
Boy I thought you knew this
B***h I do this