[Sample]
What a song, what a song to sing
And now I'm singing my song
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Reese One]
Skimming through my driveway
What am I gonna drive today
Think I'll peel my old school
I want to be fly today
T-Shirt, Pumas, fresh cuts and spike belts
Keep me out your b**h eyesight she might melt
And buddy I don't care if you standing right there
If she looking then you lost her, I'm a motherf**ing player
Unseen on this scene and my rep runs ahead of me
I'm too f**ing clean you better ask about my pedigree
If it's a problem let it be
I switch moves with the quickness
I'm cool but I will stomp you out like it's nobodies business
And shoot right up to Melrose
Buy myself some shell toes
You smudged my Puma n***a, don't nobody out here sell those
I'm back on my mission, fishing through the city streets
I throw my hand atop my seat and let my Stevie beat
A pocket full of chips and no specific destination
I'm an independent rapper on a permanent vacation
[Hook: Reese One (Basik MC)]
Too cool to be hot
Too hot to cool off
So pull yourself together and wipe the drool off
We ain't doing nothing special we was born like this
Gon die like this, being fly like this
Ohh, I feel so perfect
(If you can't feel our drift you'll no longer be asked to ride)
(It's automatic, yeah its automatic)
[Verse 2: Basik MC]
I travel like the movement of a pivot foot, living good
Arrive Euro speed vehicle
Valet practically tracking me throughout the venue
Forced to disrupt me from my menu
Told me that modern science won't allow him
To know where and how to shift my car out of park, I won't let him out the dark
Enclose large bills, between our handshake
Made him question his job title
Post in front his eye candy, let it idle
Boy, I operate in style and grace and courage
Within international circles of intrigue
I'm not a player boys
I live beyond your league
Double your outfits price
Just from my footwear and no ice
Well two fairly small cubes in my lobe
I'm rather dashing in these clothes
Three flashes as I pose
It's fashion I suppose
(Ha,ha, It's automatic)
So I leave a tramp guessing cuz the spear chuckers out the video is you
With them diamonds make a s*ut point you out like Arsenio
While we're the reoccurring characters
Stop trying to have a speaking role
You're an extra in this production sweetie
[Hook]
Too cool to be hot
Too hot to cool off
So pull yourself together and wipe the drool off
We ain't doing nothing special we was born like this
Gon die like this, being fly like this
Ohh, I feel so perfect
(If you can't feel our drift you'll no longer be asked to ride)
(It's automatic, yeah its automatic)
Too cool to be hot
Too hot to cool off
So pull yourself together and wipe the drool off
We ain't doing nothing special we was born like this
Gon die like this, being fly like this
Ohh, I feel so perfect
(If you can't feel our drift you'll no longer be asked to ride)
(It's automatic, yeah its automatic)
[Outro: Basik MC]
This is dedicated to the young brothers that got they seat laid back and ain't gon catch a hard attack at the young age of 22
We drink 22's, We look at 22's and co*k them back and look and get at you haters
It's so vicious in these streets, you know what I'm saying
Evade me, if youre not cool
For the cats that don't know how to ? Magic Johnson's Starbucks saying king me, this is dedicated to you
You know what I'm saying
Cat's that put rims on Bentleys this is dedicated to you
You ain't got no cla**, so kiss my a**
And I ain't macking, I'm facting
You underdig that? Telling you the truth
Mr. Chuck Taylor
Mr. Floss Angeles
We in here tonight
Big Grouch