Saigon - Mr. Cool (That Ain’t Cool) lyrics
[Saigon - Mr. Cool That Ain’t Cool lyrics]
Who, you? You ain't cool hell nah you?
You ride around in the Benz
With the shiny rims
The same one on the bedroom
Wall of little Jamal
He wanna be just like you
He want the motorcycle
The rifle, the culture cipher you guzzle
The wives that you juggle
Yeah, he hear about the pies that you smuggle
Yet all he see is the glamor
Give a damn about the lives that you trouble
Get ready for little you you creating a fool
He even heard that you be fucking with wolves
But still think you so cool
You need to be taking shorty to school
You ain't cool you's a motherfucking fool
You need to be dropping shorty some jewels
You ain't cool
You in the studio rapping how
You gon make it rain
You need to ask the man in
The mirror to make a change
You rocking red and soo wooing
Like you relate to gangs you ain't banging
You be hanging down at the Laker game
These rap niggas the definition
Of tough herbs
When they rhyming they turn to hustlers
Quick to bust birds
See em in they video wilding
Spitting cuss words director yell cut
Turn back to a bitch with a dust nerve
It'd be easy to make this
Sucka take his chain off
Just to prove to him we ain't
Cut from the same cloth
You the white man's mule, just a popular fool
Supposed to be using hip hop as a tool
You ain't cool
You play the game but you
Don't play by the rules that ain't cool
Man, you's a motherfucking fool
The ghetto's on fire, you adding the fuel
That ain't cool nah check
You on the television bragging
Bout your better living
How you the wife of a
Baller and you get recognition
You know being independent's a
Much better decision
You groupies the reason niggas lose
Respect for the women
And all these reality shows that expose
These women for who they are
And make em look like hoes
A shame what a bitch'll do for some views
For sleeping with dudes
You think you win but as a people we lose
That ain't cool
Can't have my daughters looking up to a flooz
That ain't cool you's a motherfucking fool
Put your value in some red bottom shoes
That ain't cool
Check, check it out yes
Saigon yeah, yeah, good guy gang
We here to stay scram Jones, Saigon, we back
Kicking reality rap
Nahmsayin it ain't ever gon stop
Good guy gang ha ha, S to the
You ride around in the Benz
With the shiny rims
The same one on the bedroom
Wall of little Jamal
He wanna be just like you
He want the motorcycle
The rifle, the culture cipher you guzzle
The wives that you juggle
Yeah, he hear about the pies that you smuggle
Yet all he see is the glamor
Give a damn about the lives that you trouble
Get ready for little you you creating a fool
He even heard that you be fucking with wolves
But still think you so cool
You need to be taking shorty to school
You ain't cool you's a motherfucking fool
You need to be dropping shorty some jewels
You ain't cool
You in the studio rapping how
You gon make it rain
You need to ask the man in
The mirror to make a change
You rocking red and soo wooing
Like you relate to gangs you ain't banging
You be hanging down at the Laker game
These rap niggas the definition
Of tough herbs
When they rhyming they turn to hustlers
Quick to bust birds
See em in they video wilding
Spitting cuss words director yell cut
Turn back to a bitch with a dust nerve
It'd be easy to make this
Sucka take his chain off
Just to prove to him we ain't
Cut from the same cloth
You the white man's mule, just a popular fool
Supposed to be using hip hop as a tool
You ain't cool
You play the game but you
Don't play by the rules that ain't cool
Man, you's a motherfucking fool
The ghetto's on fire, you adding the fuel
That ain't cool nah check
You on the television bragging
Bout your better living
How you the wife of a
Baller and you get recognition
You know being independent's a
Much better decision
You groupies the reason niggas lose
Respect for the women
And all these reality shows that expose
These women for who they are
And make em look like hoes
A shame what a bitch'll do for some views
For sleeping with dudes
You think you win but as a people we lose
That ain't cool
Can't have my daughters looking up to a flooz
That ain't cool you's a motherfucking fool
Put your value in some red bottom shoes
That ain't cool
Check, check it out yes
Saigon yeah, yeah, good guy gang
We here to stay scram Jones, Saigon, we back
Kicking reality rap
Nahmsayin it ain't ever gon stop
Good guy gang ha ha, S to the