Cool Cutter
Cool Cutter he ain't nuttin' to me
Cool Cutter
He ain't dirty f**kin' south to me
Cool Cutter
Cool Cool Cutter ain't nuttin' to me
I'll stack me a track on Cool Cutter's ass
Hell is Cool Cutter stack that track
I know I look good 'cuz I feel real good
And when I'm feelin' real good
I wish somebody would
I'm just like that
I'm Cool people I'm telling you
But ain't nobody gon' play me
He run his mouth then reach for somethin'
He gon' be laying in gravy
The rap game like the dope game man
Got no friends
When I was lettin' 'em go for the low-low
Shoulda got you one then
Man playboy life is automatic
Lemme describe this sentence
It'll shoot one at you
Another one slide up in it
Then Jam man I'm tellin' you
'Cause he ain't no punk
Man I got this attitude wrench man
I get it crunk
Describe me in a recipe
Hot grease in a pot
One cup Orville Redenbacher
'Cuz everything gon' pop
Man it's the Dungeon Family boy
Run out and go get it
It comes in a very small package
But makes a real big difference
So don't call me Cool Cutta
Just call me Mister b***h
And that's the only thing
You call me from now okay
Mister b***h
Get off yo' ass n***a get on the grind
Forever pimpin' never slippin'
n***a that's how it is
This system is designed to twist yo' mind
Forever pimpin' never slippin'
n***a that's how it is
Get off yo' ass n***a
Get on the grind
Forever pimpin' never slippin'
n***a that's how it is
This system is designed to twist yo' mind
Forever pimpin' never slippin'
n***a that's how it is
That's how it is
That's how it is
That's how it is
That's how it is
That's how it is
That's how it is
That's how it is
