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rhymefest - coolness lyrics

[sample: the notorious b.i.g.]
i been in this game for years, it made me a animal
it’s rules to this sh-t (uh-huh), i wrote me a manual
manual, manual, manual…

[intro]
you’re now rocking with dj scram jones
it’s going down, you heard me?
scram jones, taking sh-t over
wack djs, f-ck you!
you are now listening to rhymefest
this is el che: the manual
brought to you by beast music and scram jones

[verse: rhymefest]
when you say you love me, it don’t translate
it go into my head, like, “b-tch, i’m straight”
i gotta take this one back to ’88
when cocaine was popping and everything was great
alpine radio with two fifteens
cherokee truck with the tens in between
gazelle gl-sses and dookie ropes
and the fur kangol, that was super dope
why when i say “80s,” it look so fresh, yo?
when you dress 80s and you look so metro?
pink gl-sses with the zipper jackets
prince open-booty pants, matching -sses
at the g-y club, giving out free p-sses
back in the day that’s what we call “f-ggots”
fast-forward, 2000 and now that’s fashion?
sucka, you missed, i put feelings aside, i know who i am
not emotional when i pull up in the cayenne
porsche truck or a tour bus for us
pull up to the club and everybody looking awestruck
aww, shucks, when he see a girl, yeah, “y’all f-cked?”
that’s me, make a boujee n-gga spill his starbucks
you’ll get jumped by all us, flawless… victory!
nah, i’m not the type of rapper try to play a girl out
call her a groupie, get the -ss and then break the h-ll out
nah, that’s not my strategy, not the game i play
put her on the street team and make her work all day
dress her up like a dancer, try to romance her
that’s when she giving you my cd sampler
pose for a picture, now you on my camera
how the f-ck you finna say you ain’t a fan of…?
who’s that? rhymefest, but let me digress
if i don’t die soon, then i will not rest
so i will not sleep ‘cause i will not die
’til death do us part, i’m yours and you’re mine, it’s a
fatal attraction when i start rapping
paper-thin, n-gga, anything can happen?
it’s as easy as counting to 1, 2, 3
in other words, let us ellzee ayshee [?]
i tell you, you, you, and all of you in the middle
and in the back and in the front: yo!

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