The Cool Kids Ft. Bun B - Gas Station Lyrics

The Cool Kids Ft. Bun B - Gas Station Lyrics

[Bun B]
So certified USDA brand dude from PA man
This UGK and I’m rockin my Ray Bans mirror lens tinted up
Servin these boys so place your orders out
Send em up
Blue plate special with the blue paint drippin
Carolina blue J’s on my feet
And I ain’t trippin dippin one deep
Fuck it two matter fact quatro me chuck mikey and once he left out four
Sweet James Jones grippin sweet grain holmes
Its a bumpy ride ahead so you best to hang on
We kamikaze style and we bout to get it gungho
84 go ritz on 84 the trunk is hung low
Fifth wheel trickin got the boppers in my sight
I bust a u-y at the intersection catch em at the light
Yo whats cracking for tonight?
Cause if you ain’t got a plan I got a man and we could hook up something tight just make a right into the gas station

[Chuck]
I got my hands full
The full force force and D’s
Trumps in the tape player
88 cutlass supreme
Through 6 grade, tape was “all eyes on me”
Nas used that same beat when he spit “Street dreams”
My mom drove a coursica we was in the back seat
Looking out the window imagination real big dreams
I set a new standard for who felt like me
Demonstrator style wild flagrant fouls can’t screen
Showing you the big picture the complete HD
DVR rewind it back you wouldn’t believe
Said I bring that old thing back and they couldn’t believe it
Airfares way more for a trip to Ibiza
The petrol is 5 bucks, I can’t believe it
What the fuck is the deal
We too dependent on that barrel
Its the way of the world
Keep shifting its gears man
I gotta fill up, you want something from in here?

[Mikey]
Throw it reverse for some shorty with the works
Write my number on some paper then throw it in her purse
As I ride by first things first
9 times out of the 10 that cool shit usually works
Its 70 degrees im in a short sleeve shirt
Without wearing a jacket put seeds in the earth
Im growing money trees in my front yard
Let me water my lawn
I make it look so easy it hurts
Let me get my other dollar back
Know I have change cause the chicken wrap don’t cost more than I gave fool
Man bitch you can keep that buck and all my niggas in the range roves just keep trucking
Same picture in the frame so selling suede hats in the rain won’t work but one try won’t hurt me
Lucky number 10s and a rondo jersey
Be at the gas station you can get in the front seat

The Cool Kids Ft. Asher Roth & Chip Tha Ripper - Roll Call Lyrics

The Cool Kids Ft. Asher Roth & Chip Tha Ripper - Roll Call Lyrics

[Hook]
This for all y’all
Roll call
If you’re live then state your name
It’s like bust that (bust that), who’s that (who was that)?
It’s Mike Rocks, take a look up top

[Verse 1: Mike Rocks]
I had the Iceberg sweaters and the jeans back in ’01
Daffy Duck running on the stomach of that sweater
Chicago get it, inside all leather
Point a loud bitch out if you know one
Talking about shopping sprees
Damn, now we on one
I’m just kidding, ain’t gonna be no bag-getting
Casino-ass niggas always throw their chips in
Throw it in the bag, like
The bag that the chips in
Bag after bag of that cabbage we twisting
Thinking about our existence
And sticking to the mission
You could get a lot off top
Or you could get that pot that you piss in
Depends if you was listening
We’ve been to Michigan Ave
With bag handles in hand
And sandals on sand
Ain’t a better match
Put 20 on the game, man
That’s plenty in the tank
But never scratch
Let me battle back

[Hook]
This for all y’all
Roll call
If you’re live then state your name
It’s like bust that (bust that), who’s that (who was that)?

[Verse 2: Chuck Inglish]
It’s Charles Chop and it this shit don’t stop
The governor, the mayor
The president, the rest of them
I’m dressed in Guess jeans
Pocket buzzing text messages
Left hand roll it, pass me the lighter
Right hand jab job to your face
Like we’re fighting, uppercutting niggas up
Feeling tougher than a leather seat
To the ground like I threw you down
From a couple stories
Don’t drop it, don’t lock my door
I got the key in the ignition
We at the corner store kicking it
This is it, nigga this that shit
Them ? rhymes that’ll stick to your ribs, kid
Not that fake soy meat ?
Bite this homie, that’s bad for your wellness
Health insurance coverage couldn’t cover regardless
You looking like us and we ain’t even get started!
That’s why we don’t believe you
Fuck it man, power to the people

[Hook]
This for all y’all
Roll call
If you’re live then state your name
It’s like bust that (bust that), who’s that (who was that)?

[Verse 3: Asher Roth]
Now what you know about a cold winter in the middle of Chicago
Sitting 20 inches of precipitation on the pavement
I’ve been waiting for the warm weather
This sweater’s getting heavy on me
Getting sweaty while I’m getting ever-ready
Like a wrestler, mentally in shape
I train about 5 times a day for like 9 hours straight
Tied tight around on my waist
Run a mile under 3, it’s a breeze
I can do it all angles, 90 degrees
Gotta keep the knees up
Young Buck never ease up
Kids take a seat, it’s time to meet teach
Mike rock Economs while I be on physics
JP engineers while Chuck instructs English
We up in this
Don’t think for one minute I’ll play dumb, you dunce
You come sit front and center
Pay attention to the lessons of professors
Speaking to our generation: now or never

[Hook]
This for all y’all
Roll call
If you’re live then state your name
It’s like bust that (bust that), who’s that (who was that)?

For all y’all
Roll call
If you’re live then state your name
It’s like bust that (bust that), who’s that (who was that)?

[Verse 4: Chip That Ripper]
Chip 216
It only take about an hour for a young G to get ready
How long it’s gonna take you lightweights to get heavy?
A lot of niggas got rock, but my rock’s steady
Consistent, a couple misfits with some ‘fetti
Ride ’round LA blowing them trees
I need a soccer mom like that MILF off Weeds who sell weed
So I can pay her in full
With this penis, she says she needs a Raging Bull
Husband must be fired and
Paypal’s the new-new
No need to wire that invoice balance
Sweat is the challenge
Hop on turnpikes, smoke out in palace
‘Scalade, Benz, Lex, whatever I decide to
Chuck don’t fuck with foreign cars, but I do!
Louis covers up the eyes with your Piru
And shut these corny-rapping niggas once I eye you

[Hook]
This for all y’all
Roll call
If you’re live then state your name
It’s like bust that (bust that), who’s that (who was that)?

[Verse 5: Boldy James]
James Jones from the drug zone
The smiley happy ?
And the black troops
I had to grab more ? with react juice
Started with the Guess fit, gun on my belt loop
The black-on-black Force Ones with the black swoosh
Like a box of Chex Mix
Triple fat Goose, rocking Goretex
And Air Max boots
My CD 3/4 Charles Barkley
Had me dunking on my teachers in ?
Took me running from police on the concrete
Without scuffing my Timberland or Nike
Team Wolverine, U of M Huraches
They call me Jimmy King of the concrete
And I’m Jimmy Dean: high top beat
With this Byzantine on my (?)
We the winning team, get some courtside seats

The Cool Kids - Rush Hour Traffic Lyrics

The Cool Kids - Rush Hour Traffic Lyrics

[Intro]
We get low and let them trunks lift up
Ay ay ay ay

[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks]
We all know Mikey aka the Great Estaré
Banco Populair
Looking rare homie, what’s the skit
So you could holla at me if you want me If you dont keep it rollin’ dont be droppin’ names like a ton of bricks
I’m in the ’96 SL5
Update nothin’ on that badboy
The button stick when I be unlockin’ it
So I grabbed the Cutlass keys like a fuckin’ thief
Take a sweet, gut it, stuff it then we puff it babyy
The Baileys, mixed with Grandma ye’
See we callin’ it the “Grandmama”
See, just like the Larry Johnson kinds
In the huddle with the Bubble goose down
Downtime spent working on my rhyme schemes
Them alpines hit like a young rocky
A skinny dude but I’m eating like I’m stocky
Bucket seats 70?s challengers for the amateurs…

[Hook 2x]
This is for them Regals, Granddaddy’s Cutlasses
Lincoln Town Vehicles
The speakers gon’ love it
The trucks is all low like I talked about his mother
Drivin’ around slow, like there’s an accident or somethin’
Ssssskkkkkurrrrrrrrrrrrrr !

[Chuck Inglish:]
Niggas will dump cigar guts into anything
Piggy bank change, couldn’t break it if the ground shake
Earthquake shake and San Andres fault
First-place trophy is the only to race in them
Talk to me dawg, please dont talk at me
I thought I saw the credits runnin on with all that acting
Wass happenin’
Shirly
Rerun
??? ???
See me with it now like they gotta get theirs tomorrow
Ferrari’s ? naaaa
Phantoms ? nope !
Triple gold spokes on them Lincoln town cars
Like back when I was driving to the mall where that Circuit City was
Gotta get this installed

[Chuck's bridge]
That flip face touch screen remote control and all that
Bass treble biz
And it smells like a loud pack
(Hit that AC fan)
Strawberry air freshners to mix with the scent
Shooting free throws for the win..

[Hook 3x]

The Cool Kids Ft. Meyer Hawthorne - Swimsuits Lyrics

The Cool Kids Ft. Meyer Hawthorne - Swimsuits Lyrics

[Verse 1: Chuck Inglish]
This is what should be playin in them Jeeps
Swimsuit girls at the pool, beach
Legs in the water get the sand off her feet
In town from L.A., So cold in the D
Went to school in Atlanta, in Chicago for the week
Friends and their friends can get in SWAT team
Hot things, hot dames, sunbathe, brastrings
Hotel beach babes man, I lost both keys
? Chuck’s ? room 313
And it’s boomin’ scooters, ATVs
Out in the white parasail, jet skis
Watching sexy little spicy mamacitas I see ya
Cash bar only, no need for the Visas
A lot of girls walk around here in bikinis
Ay, yeah we do this all day
Hot tub on the boat, rolling joints by the lake
Ay, tell her bring the papers
Twist up the Grape Ape
Down there, from here put your hands in the air
Yeah it’s our year great view up here?
And it’s looking like I might wanna move around here

[Hook]
Hey! I see you flashing me your taillights
Babe, we can do anything you feel like
No need to contemplate, put on your swimsuit
You know I want to babe
To take a swim with you

[Verse 2: Mikey Rocks]
Two straws is pokin’ out the coconut, I gave her a sip
Showboating, now I’m all in the mix
Only toasting purp weed. Degrees in the high 80?s
‘Fore I even said “Hi ladies”
Said I seen you on Collins, The car you was driving
The lights turned on like eyelids
Then the light turned green
And a scene from Ice Cream Man popped up into my head
When P had the white Lexus, Silkk had the headband
You and your man’s looked like them
Right then my right hand reached my cell phone
And I needed her right name to type in
First name, Mike man, write on the white sand
That’s where you can find me
I be in the Bahamas
Your girl wanna chill and I drill when I wanna
The real on the real nigga, keep it a hundo
With a Cubano finna Mambo
You see the trunk from the front like Dumbo
Good drinks, good view from the condo
Say that ain’t a good combo?

[Hook] x2
Hey! I see you flashing me your taillights
Babe, we can do anything you feel like
No need to contemplate, put on your swimsuit
You know I want to babe
To take a swim with you

The Cool Kids Ft. Ghostface Killah - Penny Hardaway Lyrics

The Cool Kids Ft. Ghostface Killah - Penny Hardaway Lyrics

[Hook]
Them bally loafers’s and them Cartiers
I do my thing Penny Hardaway
And if you’re knowing where we’re going
Then you’ll probably be coming with us! (x2)

[Verse 1: Chuck Inglish]
Friday night nice, Saturday sharp
Edge upon the hairline, side tapered and ball
Sunday winning in the linen shorts sent from the mall
Pieces out the dry cleaning stitched seams and all
That glitters ain’t gold but this is
Cars hopin in them
Mars spike editions at the palace like the Pistons
Peep the way I flipped it
The color on this one is like them other ones
But these colors compliment it
You might wanna catch that later alligator
Maury I had another color way before they made it
Cordless phones on them like it’s free activation
For them homes you wouldend up in the lab for it
Championship rings wrap bills in jeans fabrics
Since we spend .?. these ropes like tennis rackets
Tennis braclets Andre Agassi tennis shoes and jackets
Cardier frames and bally’s

[Hook x2]

I tilt my woods up, slide them up the bridge of my nose
Them Guccis cool, but they are not originals
Those are like digital clocks
Mind shots riddle the block ‘till it moves up, .?
What a loop scooper troopers and khaki suit blazers
And my braclets do a loop and my wrist like a race, Wait!
We ain’t say grace
We at Shaw’s Crab House
Everybody got a lobster on their plate
I get a nice fade, nice waves, wait a minute
Slice gang, chop it up, slap chop, I’m saying!
You can’t know the roster without playin’
I’m not Kevin Cosner I’m not dancing with no wolves
Acting like they should, Peep the .?. Don hoping out that Jeep
Man the tassels on them Bally’s, checkers on the Rally’s
Saying “I don’t think they got it like in Cali”

[Hook x2]

In my years I sported igloos, Alaskan Ice
The light bulbs in my jewels show off in the night
So stay back, star’s flow is toxic
You can catch me in my rolls heavy
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Photoshoots in the Sahara Desert Camels and Cardiers
In the sky facing the half-moon crescent
Wow, it looks beautiful
The stars is praising me
And The Cool Kids, say something wrong they’ll shoot at you
They shootin’ stars these ruthless bars got white girls holding their mouths
Like, “oh my God! No he didn’t”, give him a bib, cause he keeps spitting
Lines that’s so cold where every word’s frost-bitten
And his man’s pulling up in the Maybach
White linen ,three quarter rope, bally’s from way back
With Cardier frames, white gold all around the rim
Holding their dicks in the club, .?

[Hook x2]

The Cool Kids Ft. Maxine Ashley - Summer Jam Lyrics

The Cool Kids Ft. Maxine Ashley - Summer Jam Lyrics

[Hook - Maxine Ashley]
In the Summertime
I can feel it and I barely breathe
In the Summertime
Nothing matters we just keep on rolling, rolling
It’s the Summertime
Picnic with you and me
It’s the Summertime
This is how Summertime should be

[Verse 1 - Chuck]
Two goin’ at once
Fresh out the shower in her towel rolling up
I’m in the kitchen cooking lunch, finna stunt
Chopping onions stirring sauces whipping up
Bar-B-Q’ing barracudas at resorts in Bermuda
She trying on that new bathing suit that she bought
At the mall in the mirror like, (for your eyes only)
Ay flash me real quick baby don’t front on me
Do a little dance while I iron my shorts
I’m getting ready and we ready to work, work, work it, work
Now iron my shirt she want to hit the waves so we hop in that boat

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Mikey]
Lets get wild, reconcile with your freaky side
You say its been a while and your thinking bout bringing it out
I peeped your style bottom of them cheeks peaking out of that bikini bottom
Seen em and then I got ‘em
You with your best friend but you call her your wifey
And y’all both gorgeous rocking the saks 5th short set
And y’all do everything together B-F-F
We just met now its us three, it must be fate
And I got a lot on my plate
But I can make some time for you if you wanna escape
Its OK by the poolside is where we should lay
You gotta lose your inhibition and get carried away

[Hook]

[Hook]