I'm Kooool On That

(Verse 1: Kaos)

I started out small time, in the dope game

Wit no change, wit no name

Rollin dice, sayin "fuck it, i'm goin for broke"

Same lil' short, thurl cat rollin in that 'Lac

Wit that du rag and, and that hat

Through the tracks, wit the strap in my lap

I was Mr. Playahata, oh yeah Lil Papi

Moppin wit my brother Bobby, rappin hoes was my hobby

I always had that nah'jae crackin

Girl startin callin me Chachi, Big Sexy Kooool, DJ Kao-sy

He doin his thurlthizzle, when he's in the middle

I heard he be makin them girls wiggle, grabbin they nipples

And pillows, "Ooh, Ahh, Shit, Goddamn, Fuck, Mmm

This yo pussy baby, Oooh you the man"

Is basically what they was sayin, shakin they heads

Sayin "Mmm mmm mmm", puttin they leg in they pants

Some of them was skeet though, petite ho

And they would deepthroat, and you know..

I luvs me some hoes

But you wanna know summin that's funny? (what's up derty?)

I got cute as mu'fucka soon as I start makin a lil' money

But I remember back in high school, them 9-0 days

I'm lookin both ways, steady gettin no play

Now I see you them same hoes out, big as a house

Talkin bout, " Kristen N., Southside!" (that's fucked up, yeah)

But can we kick it, can I get them digits, can I get some tickets?

But they always come up short of they mission (yes'ir!)

(Hook: Kaos)

Now I'm in the liife, prime time

Urry dime wanna sit in wit the 9, 9

But see baby girl look I'm koool on that

Uh-uh, I'm hella koool

And you hoes, blowin em

Now they see me on the big screen, doin big things

Hella Thurl is now an underground king

But see nigga I'm hella koool on that

Uh-uh I'm hella koool

And you hoes, blowin em

(Verse 2: Kaos)

STL, A.K.A. Hatytown

Man there's so many niggas actin shady now

Hoes be callin me they baby now

Maybe because its gravy now

But ill never forget back in the day when you used to play me out

They be out, yeah hoes be spreadin rumors on they missions

Niggas be talkin shit and still ain't got a partna pissin

Urbody wishin they can be in yo position

Mean muggin, dappin and fake, huggin ass kisses

Smilin up in yo face but behind yo back they talkin shit

Put urry thing on they mama, hood and damn kids

Thinkin you owe em summin just cuz we made it big

Sayin how Hollywood, this nigga think that he the shit

But when i was broke rollin that By-State, tryin to cop way

In the city all the way from Saturday to Friday

It was just a matter of time, that I regain my shine

On that radio, hook up wit mo and form Da Hol' 9

(Hook)

(Verse 3: Kaos)

Since we formed Da Hol' 9 clique, niggas on that jealous tip

And hoes talkin toilet bowl full of shit

Sayin "Big Sexy ooh you so cute"

But a nigga like me, you'll tell that to a nigga

That's why I play hoes out like a flute

And urry wherre I go and no matter, wherre I go

I hurr that I be talkin to hoes that I don't even know

And urry time I, turn around I'm hearin some shit

About I try to talk to a broad but I don't know the bitch (what you know mo mo)

Hoes keep my name in they mouth like dick, man they sick

And for some reason they be lovin that shit

Talkin about a nigga on the job, in them beauty shops

On them phones, up in them classrooms and even up in them dorms

And I, don't pay them no mind, I'm out herre I'm gettin paid

You know its all to the goody baby girl

I don't knock yo hustle boo, but goddamny please understand me

When i tell you i don't fuck wit you