E-dubble - Cool Like That lyrics

[Verse 1] Goosebumps pop up when I do it how I does it I sip the vodka till my body tells me that I'm buzzin' Your girl wants to smash, but I know that she is buggin' And she's ugly, so I front and tell her that we're third cousins Rugged with the fluid, and I keep the sh** movin' Like a shark in the water, no sleep for the new kid Truant to every cla** on time for every party Bill Maher with the lingo, "everybody get retarded!" And we hype now, so just pipe down And if you got a drink, take a sip right now There's no stress now, and we are dressed down So cut the music way up and get fresh now Music moves me, so I use it to just Boost my mood smoothly and keep from losin' Only L's that I take these days got weed in em' But no time, so its few and far between with 'em Believe in the substance, still got style Cymbalta commercials, the truth gets piled Cramps, headaches and sh**: you might catch aids At least you have a mothaf**in' smile on your face I go hard with it, I get raw with it Ryan howard homeboy I go yard with it I know y'all with it, and on par with it Evolution of the effort, we Darwinists I'm no partridge kid, I'm just off of it Throw a beat in front of me and I'm parsin'it Chop to bits, the sh**'s ridiculous A tip of the cap, to rap's forefathers, sh**, I just Grab that jazzer tip my cup up Life's on mute, tell it to shut up Vision quests are what we love Must give thanks to the man abo-(ve) Cool like that, I act a fool like that My P-cap stays straight when I move like that I rep orange and black, but I still bleed green Kevin Kobb this year for the MVP They call me E- D- U- double B, L- E- Go peep my luggage won't see LV's No gold G's and it might be a trash bag Carry on's are mashable so hit em' with a hash tag Hash browns and coffee I'm awfully hungry I need my breakfast s**, then I'll leave Off to the booth again, raise the f**in' roof again Ugly girls tryna' smash, better have some roofalin Truth is that I'm k**in' it, little fishes I'm realin' in Head and shoulders over them, I'm taller than the ceilin' is Ceiling fans, wheeling fans, cut the deck and then deal again Fingers with the phalanges and I'm drunk and gonna spill again