Lyrics

[Verse] We was coolin' in my car one day, you see Clockin' a double nickel on the L-I E When it dawned on us that it was ten o'clock Turned on the tunes to hear the DJs rock The hands got to clappin', the fingers start to snappin' E and I was coolin', Brooklyn spirits we was snappin' In and out of fantasies on how large we can get Coolin' in rocks and Benzes with the ground effect kits I wanted black, E was on the two-tone Stupid boomin' system with the hands-free phone The dream gets better and I would like to go on But I was brought back to reality by a toot of a horn Smoke everywhеre, oh, just what we needed On thе way to shop our demo, and the car overheated Feelin' real low, low enough to die Holdin' up traffic, on the FDR drive We had to play ourselves, in the fresh dipped gear E Double had to push while MD steered There went our dreams, too cool with golden limos And all we kept sayin' was please listen to my demo [Chorus] Please listen to my demo Please listen to my demo Please listen to my demo Please-please-please-ple-please listen to my demo