Lyrics

[Hook: Maestro Fresh Wes] I'm just tryna be cool But you about to make me act a fool You drink some cognac, smoke a sack Now you think you hard in front of your crew Now you about to see [us spray?] at you I'm just tryna be cool (I'm just tryna be cool) I'm just tryna be cool (I'm just tryna be cool) Gettin me fired up is somethin' you don't wanna do Boutta mess around and fire this tool I'm just tryna be cool [Verse 1: Bizarre] Detroit, Michigan, murder-rate high 98% chance you might die And I'm that guy that will put you in the sky Stay high, with the chrome .45 All I want is drinking, smoke that weed Grand-daddy kush, no sticks and seeds Everythin' good and the party's jumpin' 'Til a nigga opens his mouth and say somethin' (Fuck D12! You niggas is wack!) Bottles get cracked, niggas' faces get smacked Phone calls get made, niggas pull out guns Bullets start to fire, you better duck and run Funeral home's called, arrangements made Closed casket, AKs get sprayed All because nigga couldn't close his mouth Next time, I'ma stay in the house Detroit! [Hook: Maestro Fresh Wes] I'm just tryna be cool But you about to make me act a fool You drink some cognac, smoke a sack Now you think you hard in front of your crew Now you about to see [us spray?] at you I'm just tryna be cool (I'm just tryna be cool) I'm just tryna be cool (I'm just tryna be cool) Gettin me fired up is somethin' you don't wanna do Boutta mess around and fire this tool I'm just tryna be cool [Verse 2: Swifty McVay] Poor ass niggas are on a mission to piss me off Put me in a position to spit on they momma I'm laid back, it's hard to ignore the drama And ain't shit poppin' 'til you pourin some Vodka Now they talkin' about puttin me in a box I'm not givin' these bastards a chance to prosper When I get hostile, my doctor is beggin' me to stop 'Cause my blood pressure be risin' constant See, I don't talk shit, yappin this nonsense I listen to these niggas and respond with violence So why should I try to go to church on Sunday To get irked, just so I can murk em on Monday? If you want gunplay, get your shit right My attitude is animalistic, I don't fistfight I don't believe in a peaceful night, fool There's always a nigga tryna light my fuse But fuck you! [Hook: Maestro Fresh Wes] I'm just tryna be cool But you about to make me act a fool You drink some cognac, smoke a sack Now you think you hard in front of your crew Now you about to see [us spray?] at you I'm just tryna be cool (I'm just tryna be cool) I'm just tryna be cool (I'm just tryna be cool) Gettin me fired up is somethin' you don't wanna do Boutta mess around and fire this tool I'm just tryna be cool [Verse 3: Kuniva] It's hard being humble When you're walkin' through the jungle And every living being in that bitch wanna hunt you The instincts kick in and the sharks smell blood When the shit gets to [Crippin'?], best to pop a clip in, I'll finish 'em Any other talk is irrelevant Take the speech out, bullets arrest your development Ain't nothin' poppin' this way, leave his body misplaced Gun stay smokin' like G-Money by the fish tank I could show a nigga what's a real show stopper Spray 'em like Arnold when I get to the chopper I take threats serious, point blank - period George gets banana clipped if he gets curious Take us for a joke if you wanna lose your life Twelve gauge, make a plans for her and you tonight Call it a day, shot in the face, poppin' the waist Sluts be the liquor, buckshot be the chase [Hook: Maestro Fresh Wes] I'm just tryna be cool But you about to make me act a fool You drink some cognac, smoke a sack Now you think you hard in front of your crew Now you about to see [us spray?] at you I'm just tryna be cool (I'm just tryna be cool) I'm just tryna be cool (I'm just tryna be cool) Gettin me fired up is somethin' you don't wanna do Boutta mess around and fire this tool I'm just tryna be cool