(Chorus)
I got my hands in my pocket
My hats real low
Im to kool to dance i just rock (3x)
Im on the edge of the dance flo
Drank in my cup
Im to kool to dance i just rock...(3x)
Friday night bout a quarter to 12
My benz outside and im ready to bail
My line'n on fresh and my shades channel
Gotta be so flyy in that stl i hear da
Dogs bark cause i got dat mail
Before i go grabed da pumper and a box of l's
Pulled out the drive way on my cell
Say he bout to meet me on
For da chicks got the sean john smell good
I know the thugs out so im keepn it hood
You can mug lil dirty but i wish you would
The real do what they want the fake do what
They could some chicks rolled up in range and thangs
Lookin like they ready so i asked dey names
They knew who i was now they lookin strange
We on our way to the club and i dont play no games...
(Chorus)
I got my hands in my pocket
My hats real low
Im to kool to dance i just rock (3x)
Im on the edge of the dance flo
Drank in my cup
Im to kool to dance i just rock...(3x)
compositores: HOWARD BAILEY, TODD MOORE
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