it out Gotta cool it down oh yeah, oh yeah Going down the drain Gotta learn to tame your monkey brain Gotta cool it down oh yeah, oh yeah Electric shot
Traduction: Ash. Il Cool Down.
pop it Giving out my phone number on the daily cause it won't hurt my pocket [Chorus] [Z-Ro: outro] Man, what's the god damn deal, Southside, Northside, Eastside, Westside It
gold Get it get it nigga we can get it Get it get it nigga you can get it Get it get it nigga I can get it Get it get it nigga we can get it Whoa the
might beat his case, 'til he come home I play it low key so stay civilised, time flies though incarcerated your mind (dies) I hate it when your mum cries it
might beat his case, 'til he come home I play it low key so stay civilised, time flies though incarcerated your mind [dies] I hate it when your mum cries it
at, boy I'm true to Organized, cuz they raised me I'm also down with LaFace cuz L.A. Reid, yeah, he pays me And it's cool Yeah, it's real cool, gettin
get my ash tray, get my lighter. I'm a read ya'll a gangsta bedtime story. Come here, sit on my lap. (Okay.) Check it out. Great scotts, it's hot today
be hearin' is "ratta-tat" and "pop pop" and it ain't gotta be no friday the thirteenth I don't give a fuck if it's sunday the fifteenth any day is good
em in the UK, everybody gonna say UK! Reluctantly, 'cause most of this press don't f**k with me. Estelle once said to me, cool down down, don't act
his head, get it. Pain, on top of he felt it, fucked up himself quick shit. But that would be my crime. Every now and then a nigga feel it, gotta keep
've all got to pay And the whole world knows the Lord give it and take it away Live and I learn, I sit and watch my cigarette burn Down to the ash, reminds
'm too young to be locked down, not now Need a new car, drive around with the top down New broad with a bra, the top down Chillin' in the backseat, screamin
don't give a fuck yeah I'm gunna live it up so bring your boys an ill hit em up now pass me the mike let me rip it up yeah and you cant get drastic
to her sister named Yvette I speed it up, me and the Linx, was getting weeded up I beat it up, yeah I hit that, but I ain't seed it up Meanwhile, back
they keepin' it real gutter, y'know SP, I'm the closest thing to poison it is You think you hot, I'ma boil your kid You think you cool, I'ma throw you
