Joey Cool - Kingsman lyrics
[Joey Cool - Kingsman lyrics]
Ahh! I do my thang
Boobie sayin when is we gon hang?
(Y’all don’t hear me tho)
But can you blame him
Ain’t no shamin keep it G like Kingsman
(Y’all don’t hear me tho)
This shit crazy, might get hazy
Bet we still gon blaze it
(Y’all don’t hear me tho)
But can you blame him
Ain’t no shamin keep it G like Kingsman
I’m from a long line of hustlers
Straight product of environment
See everything is in your reaches
If you eyein it
Take whatever dream might scare you
And you heighten it
I made this album for me
For your enlightenment
(yeah)
Let me digrеss tho, back to the subject
All you niggas eyеballin man
Y’all lookin suspect
Way too women here homie why you upset
Nigga pull ya skirt down you
Don’t wanna touch dat
Really I ain’t trippin I got
Pasta on the mind
A lil bread with olive oil and
A cabby for the wine
I’ll preach it to the death you
Know I said hundred times
Must protect your energy and keep your
Head up to the sky
I’d like to think that I can
Be a beacon for advice
From the action I provide and
I ain’t even gotta try
I just keep an open eye for
Those who hoping we demise
Gotta be much more thought provoking when
You speak to me my guy
Ahh! I do my thang
Boobie sayin when is we gon hang?
(Y’all don’t hear me tho)
But can you blame him
Ain’t no shamin keep it G like Kingsman
(Y’all don’t hear me tho)
This shit crazy, might get hazy
Bet we still gon blaze it
(Y’all don’t hear me tho)
But can you blame him
Ain’t no shamin keep it G like Kingsman
I’m from a long line of swanksters
Rubbin shoulders w the gangsters
Wit the owners of the
Nightclubs lounge sangers
Yellow diamond cut rings on the pinky fingers
Big body cadillac nigga wide swangers
Uncle Harold was a stylist
For Diahann Carroll
And Harry Belalfonte ask my momma Cheryl
Bill Johnson told me I’m
The 2nd comin pharaoh
I had a celly at the
Center called him Joe Camaro
True storyteller ain’t ashamed of it (wassup)
I know at times it prolly
Seemed like I contain grudges
I know a lot of people now who
Act like they ain’t love it
Back when I was no one they
Ain’t recognize my face in public
(ahh)
I suggest you walk around him
Here cuz he ain’t budgin
He ain’t seein nothin speak your evil
So he see it comin
Dapper yeah I make it easy just
To be in love wit
Please don’t get it twisted manners make
The man I’ll teach you somethin
(bitch)
Ahh! I do my thang
Boobie sayin when is we gon hang?
(Y’all don’t hear me tho)
But can you blame him
Ain’t no shamin keep it G like Kingsman
(Y’all don’t hear me tho)
This shit crazy, might get hazy
Bet we still gon blaze it
(Y’all don’t hear me tho)
But can you blame him
Ain’t no shamin keep it G like Kingsman
Bless you Joey, this is a good thing
Boobie sayin when is we gon hang?
(Y’all don’t hear me tho)
But can you blame him
Ain’t no shamin keep it G like Kingsman
(Y’all don’t hear me tho)
This shit crazy, might get hazy
Bet we still gon blaze it
(Y’all don’t hear me tho)
But can you blame him
Ain’t no shamin keep it G like Kingsman
I’m from a long line of hustlers
Straight product of environment
See everything is in your reaches
If you eyein it
Take whatever dream might scare you
And you heighten it
I made this album for me
For your enlightenment
(yeah)
Let me digrеss tho, back to the subject
All you niggas eyеballin man
Y’all lookin suspect
Way too women here homie why you upset
Nigga pull ya skirt down you
Don’t wanna touch dat
Really I ain’t trippin I got
Pasta on the mind
A lil bread with olive oil and
A cabby for the wine
I’ll preach it to the death you
Know I said hundred times
Must protect your energy and keep your
Head up to the sky
I’d like to think that I can
Be a beacon for advice
From the action I provide and
I ain’t even gotta try
I just keep an open eye for
Those who hoping we demise
Gotta be much more thought provoking when
You speak to me my guy
Ahh! I do my thang
Boobie sayin when is we gon hang?
(Y’all don’t hear me tho)
But can you blame him
Ain’t no shamin keep it G like Kingsman
(Y’all don’t hear me tho)
This shit crazy, might get hazy
Bet we still gon blaze it
(Y’all don’t hear me tho)
But can you blame him
Ain’t no shamin keep it G like Kingsman
I’m from a long line of swanksters
Rubbin shoulders w the gangsters
Wit the owners of the
Nightclubs lounge sangers
Yellow diamond cut rings on the pinky fingers
Big body cadillac nigga wide swangers
Uncle Harold was a stylist
For Diahann Carroll
And Harry Belalfonte ask my momma Cheryl
Bill Johnson told me I’m
The 2nd comin pharaoh
I had a celly at the
Center called him Joe Camaro
True storyteller ain’t ashamed of it (wassup)
I know at times it prolly
Seemed like I contain grudges
I know a lot of people now who
Act like they ain’t love it
Back when I was no one they
Ain’t recognize my face in public
(ahh)
I suggest you walk around him
Here cuz he ain’t budgin
He ain’t seein nothin speak your evil
So he see it comin
Dapper yeah I make it easy just
To be in love wit
Please don’t get it twisted manners make
The man I’ll teach you somethin
(bitch)
Ahh! I do my thang
Boobie sayin when is we gon hang?
(Y’all don’t hear me tho)
But can you blame him
Ain’t no shamin keep it G like Kingsman
(Y’all don’t hear me tho)
This shit crazy, might get hazy
Bet we still gon blaze it
(Y’all don’t hear me tho)
But can you blame him
Ain’t no shamin keep it G like Kingsman
Bless you Joey, this is a good thing