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The Coolest Lyricsby Luny Tunes Buy album CD: New Soldiers [Intro] The coolest nigga, what? The coolest nigga, what? [4x] [Chorus] The coolest nigga, what? The coolest nigga, what? The coolest nigga, what? The coolest nigga, what? The coolest nigga, what? The coolest nigga, what? The coolest nigga, what? The coolest nigga, what? Lord please have sympathy And forgive my cool young history (Michael Young History) As... The coolest nigga, what? The coolest nigga, what? The coolest nigga, what? The coolest nigga, what? [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 trick, I fall, run up in raw 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 with 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 A 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 could drink the tears from her eyes She'd teach my how to fly, even cushion my fall If my engines ever stall, and I plummet from the sky But she would keep me high, and if I ever die She would commission monuments on her bosom, to him Or maybe she'd retire as well A match made in Heaven set the fires in Hell, and I'll be [Chorus] The coolest nigga, what? The coolest nigga, what? The coolest nigga, what? The coolest nigga, what? The coolest nigga, what? The coolest nigga, what? The coolest nigga, what? The coolest nigga, what? Lord please have sympathy And forgive my cool young history (Michael Young History) As... The coolest nigga, what? The coolest nigga, what? The coolest nigga, what? The coolest nigga, what? [Verse 2] And so began our reign The trinity, her and I can No weather man could ever stand where her and I came Hella hard, umbrella whatever, put plywood over Pella panes And pray to God that the flood subside 'Cause you gon' need a sub 'til he does reply And not one of Jared's, you think it's all arid And everything's irie, anoth' supply That means anoth' July inside my endless summer That was just the eye of the Unger Felix, 'cause he is the cleanest amongst the younger Outstanding achieving up-and-comers The ones that had dead-beat daddies, and what-to-do mamas But not well enough to keep 'em from us The ones that were, fighting in class, who might not pass Rap record pressured to laugh, at a life not fast Can you feel it? [echo], that's what I got asked Do I love her? [echo], said I don't know Streets got my heart, Game got my soul One time missing sunshine will never hurt your soul Quote: To a crying dishonored baby mama Who's the mama 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-haw'ed, right up in her face, G There's more fish in the sea, I'm on my mission to be, be [Chorus] The coolest nigga, what? The coolest nigga, what? The coolest nigga, what? The coolest nigga, what? The coolest nigga, what? The coolest nigga, what? The coolest nigga, what? The coolest nigga, what? Lord please have sympathy And forgive my cool young history (Michael Young History) As... The coolest nigga, what? The coolest nigga, what? The coolest nigga, what? The coolest nigga, what? [Outro] Come, these are the tales of The Cool Guaranteed to go and make you fail from your school And seek unholy grails like a fool And hang with the players of the pool, fast talking on the hustle No Heaven up above you, no Hell underneath you And nowhere will receive thee, so Shed no tear, when we're not here And keep your faith, as we chase ... The Cool
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