The Cool Kids - Introduction To Ice Fishing lyrics
[The Cool Kids - Introduction To Ice Fishing lyrics]
It's Mike, say what up to Chuck
Everything's on the up and up
Up-and-comin' cup comin' from the cup
Cut from the same cloth
From the hands of a champion
You cut from the cloth that a
Bum wipes his hands with
After a little yard work and a sandwhich
I'm jammin'
This is what you get when you piss me off
New kids, get against the wall
Schoolin' niggas like this the
Bat and Mr. Ball
Take a snooze
Look nigga, if you miss the ball
It's twenty laps
Back-to-back, courtesy of Coach Mikey
And I'm blowin' the whistle on
Bitch niggas wearin' Nikes
Reeboks, Adidas - let's get this shit clear like elitists
I was the dude in school, didn't play sports
But was still poppin' all the cheerleaders
What's poppin?
You don't need the legs of a cheetah
Just to run your mouth
Kicking all that riff-raff
And my wallet fold out like a fold-out couch
With a couple half-dollars and
A two-dollar bill
Extinct money, so you know we do it for real
I think money, fish on a bike with wheels
Hundred-billion-dollar-finned dollar fish
In and take a shrimp
I'm a shark to you squids, shit
You heard what they did to
That squid at that party?
Had these hammerhead sharks
Turned him into calamari
Sat him next to some rice
With a lemon and an orange
Pour a glass of the water
I'm a finish what I started
Mouth cleaners
Barracudas, nigga's tuna in the water
And the Cool Kids
Babble like we poot'ed in the water
Clean-plate club like a muh'fucker
Mother duck
I'm a throw a father in
The scene like a father's-
Day child-support payment to his mom
Butter knives
Get the Jelly-Jam Jerry for you tongues
Chuck is wiped out
Niggas know when I'm on, stop listen
Hearing new different pages of my big brown
"How to Eat a Turkey When
You Running Out of Breath"
But what's left
Me and Mikey got an album full of piff
Everything's on the up and up
Up-and-comin' cup comin' from the cup
Cut from the same cloth
From the hands of a champion
You cut from the cloth that a
Bum wipes his hands with
After a little yard work and a sandwhich
I'm jammin'
This is what you get when you piss me off
New kids, get against the wall
Schoolin' niggas like this the
Bat and Mr. Ball
Take a snooze
Look nigga, if you miss the ball
It's twenty laps
Back-to-back, courtesy of Coach Mikey
And I'm blowin' the whistle on
Bitch niggas wearin' Nikes
Reeboks, Adidas - let's get this shit clear like elitists
I was the dude in school, didn't play sports
But was still poppin' all the cheerleaders
What's poppin?
You don't need the legs of a cheetah
Just to run your mouth
Kicking all that riff-raff
And my wallet fold out like a fold-out couch
With a couple half-dollars and
A two-dollar bill
Extinct money, so you know we do it for real
I think money, fish on a bike with wheels
Hundred-billion-dollar-finned dollar fish
In and take a shrimp
I'm a shark to you squids, shit
You heard what they did to
That squid at that party?
Had these hammerhead sharks
Turned him into calamari
Sat him next to some rice
With a lemon and an orange
Pour a glass of the water
I'm a finish what I started
Mouth cleaners
Barracudas, nigga's tuna in the water
And the Cool Kids
Babble like we poot'ed in the water
Clean-plate club like a muh'fucker
Mother duck
I'm a throw a father in
The scene like a father's-
Day child-support payment to his mom
Butter knives
Get the Jelly-Jam Jerry for you tongues
Chuck is wiped out
Niggas know when I'm on, stop listen
Hearing new different pages of my big brown
"How to Eat a Turkey When
You Running Out of Breath"
But what's left
Me and Mikey got an album full of piff