Kool Shit

Lyrics

[Chorus: Aasim] Gather 'round for that old to that new shit Smoke a pound to it, sip, sip a brew shit That old cool shit That back block South Jamaica Avenue shit, uh (Uh, uh, uh, listen) [Verse 1: Aasim & Wize G] Like it or love it with my timeless discussion I write for the public, consistent Christ is Aas' is a burn is Is subject to rupture your diapraham, the definin' raw Iron Man (Yeah) My alliance is probably steal from your pockets, my diagram (Yeah, yeah, yeah) [Verse 2: Wize G & Aasim] You got dudes runnin' 'round askin' how could they be like me It take more than bein' gangsta to get that "G" Take more than havin' heart for you to get that stee Well, that's me (Hol' up, Wize, lemme talk to 'em again), that's just me, ba' boy (Uh, uh) [Verse 3: Aasim & Wize G] Caught in my rhapsody, murder you like a killer's trigger Don't listen, it's captivatin', so drawn to my zigga, zigga So used to that jigga, jigga, you figurin' nigga is a Mirror image, Aas' Xplicit on his own with smoker's vision (Okay) [Verse 4: Wize G & Aasim] I can't tell you how to spit it, just spit it, how you live it If you don't live it, then don't spit it, hey I ain't gon' judge or keep no grudge, shit, love is love Just know that this somethin' boy don't budge, nigga, we thugs (Uh, uh) [Verse 5: Aasim] Hustlers sell they soldiers' mourn on the sacrifice If you say it, stick to it, that's how savages survive in life I'm a star with a guidin' light, in a park with a block of white In a fight with a garden knife, when I ain't smilin', guard your life [Verse 6: Wize G & Aasim] Okay, and I'm a certified "G" mack, my money and gun stacks So I could get real money even if they done rap My youngin's'll pump packs and they gon' dump straps Somethin' tell me that you kissy cats really don't want that (Uh, uh, uh, uh) [Verse 7: Aasim] When Aas' and Wize around, bitches pull panties down Niggas be lookin' hard but we just think they fuckin' clowns This is that somethin' sound, drunk off that fuckin' brown Niggas was just in church, oh Vorce, you thuggin' now? [Verse 8: Wize G & Aasim] Must be just a little saucy, he more than a little floss Big boys push big toys, so raise the fuck up off me Don't be askin' me questions, ma, like you be housin' dude 'Less you blowin' me right (Uh, listen) [Verse 9: Aasim] Stealin' my fuckin' style, you my son, I'm fuckin' proud Fuckin' with us, you on that stuff, you fuckin' buggin' now Aasim'll fuck your bird, Wize'll fuckin' gun you down You fuckin' Herb, you's a Lemonhead, don't come around [Verse 10: Wize G & Aasim] They want me to go back to the pen, but I ain't dumb I'd rather back to the pen (Uh) and start writin' again, you get it? (Uh-huh) If not, you shot and you a fuckin' dummy I've been gone for two years (Listen), you still a fuckin' dunny (Uh) [Verse 11: Aasim] Listen, I'ma really though, we be runnin' trizzy-o With them same model bitches from your favorite videos Turn me up and hear me flow, most respected in the barrios Catch by anybody, Aas' and Wize'll come and body those [Verse 12: Wize G] Ain't no need to even talk about it, we real, so dog, we 'bout it You in a spot you don't fit, we gotta get you out it Or I could get you out it, but for the meantime Listen to the God Wize G and Aasim rhyme [Chorus: Aasim & Wize G] Gather 'round for that old to that new shit (Uh-huh) Smoke a pound to it, sip, sip a brew shit (Yeah) That old cool shit (Uh, cool shit) That back block South Jamaica Avenue shit (Bitch, you already know) [Outro: Aasim & Wize G] It is what it is, man It is what it is It's Aasim, Wize G I'm right here, baby Grind Music, Bad Boy and all that shit All that It's The Money Pit, nigga Yeah, it's for the dollars We live and direct in them deep, dark pits of the money pit, nigga Yeah, right in your face, playboy The paper is very necessary Very necessary, oh for sure Uh