Icy steel shooting through concrete, cool city Mountains of glass reflect the sky Everybody feels real good in cool city Each day brings a new surprise
Översättning: Oingo Boingo. Cool City.
Just like a joke Passed down in time Hiding out in alleyways And sleeping on the beaches In the summer We would try anything Anything just once If it seemed cool
Pistol tucked in my Louie Heated up like I'm Wade Nigga don't do LeBron's, Kobe up on the weekends Jordan's Monday through Friday especially when I'm freakin Them cool
pie. But you know I still talk my shit right What you tryna hear when you high? What you wish they played on the radio At least one time? It's cool though
Whenever I'm dressed cool my parents put up a fight And if I'm hot shot, mom will cut my hair at night And in the morning I'm short of my identity I scream
Yeah Backin' that ass Your mom says "Hi" ? Jinx! Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah [Repeat a few times] Summertime in the city And
It's something I can live without You and your black green You and your sick game That I can never figure out Now I'm walking through the city Everything
one and a yacht Ten years from now we'll still be on top Yo, I thought I told you that we won't stop Now whatcha gonna do when it's cool Bag a money
top for your ass get popped now If you a rida, yeah Yea I'ma soul survivor, yeah Gotta watch er' move 'cause them eyes be on you Gotta drive real cool
alive, I'm in ya top five Even ask ya hoe, bet I'm in ya bitch ride Everybody be cool, I ain't tryna make a scene First new Camaro that the city's ever
your phone number and let them lames get ya old number [J. Cole - Chorus] [Wale] Roc Nation, Wale look, Cole World, still a cold world and a couple ya is cool
the cut in a nightclub, don't smoke bud Drink suds but I gets loved, mack, cool I scope the freak with the mad backs Hit her with the gangsta style, cool
all around Still crazy sets, but you just don't clown I pray L.A. can stay this way It's the first summer I can really say I felt cool, we all chilled
word, go ask your mother Hard solid as your city ( ? ) Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that I walk and talk Strollin with a slight limp Flyer than any big city
it, they swear that they invented you And since no good deed go unpunished I'm not as cool with niggas as I once was I once was, cool as the Fonz was
had enough Don't call your bluff You can't back down, lost in a crowd You've won the right to scream and shout Don't talk about it, you've lost your cool
No deposit, no deposit No return, no, no return Knew I had, knew I had to learn So I fell for a country girl Running away from the city lights I'm gonna
