The Cool Kids - The Bake Sale (2008) by The Cool Kids (보컬) on maniadb.com

So I woke up this morning and as I start yawning
That (milk milk) pouring into my bowl,
And I thought to myself (thought thought to myself)
That I need to take a trip to the grocery store-
'Cause the bread is low,
and the chicken I was eatin with the mash potatoes need
(A little bit of gold)
Oops wrong song lyric meant a lil' bit of pepper,
Stepped out of the crib with the bear claw slippers.
Robe tied, tight chest, no chest hair
Store close at 4 so I gotta get there
'Cause it's like 3:50 and I'm just waking up
And it takes 5 minutes just to get to the front!
Now I'm standing in long lines,
Lady with the baby probably buying some dog food
Dog probably crazy on a daily basis,
My days be like this cause I got to the register and then the store closed

Yo what up man?
If you cool what you do?
Warm it up then
I can't hold it 'cause it's hot
Put it down then
I left my kids at daycare
Pick em up then
I'm tryna buy some new shit
What you tryna spend?
All I got is five dollars
So you broke, man?
I thought I had ten dollars
So you broke then.
TV dinner on the counter
Warm it up then, warm it up man, warm it up then

(Uh) Come get some, you little bums
I got alot and you can't get none
That ice cream truck just left
If you run you can catch, but it's out
'Cause I got the last one-
But I got a box of cones that I'm willing to sell
I'll sell the ice cream too, two scoops for a bill
I could build a sand castle without bringing a pail and go catfish fishin
And come up with a whale, but-but you know what? That was easy as hell
Well maybe not the line about me catching a whale
But if I did it then it's nothing and I did it as well
Probably easy as it is to move slow for a snail
Did you know I made this beat with my mouth and a bell?
Just a F.Y.I., I'm F.L.Y. and for those that can't spell
I'm a pretty swell guy
I caught a lot of fish, I think I have a fish fry

Yo what up man?
If you cool what you do?
Warm it up then
I can't hold it 'cause it's hot
Put it down then
I left my kids at daycare
Pick em up then
I'm tryna buy some new shit
What you tryna spend?
All I got is five dollars
So you broke, man?
I thought I had ten dollars
So you broke then.
TV dinner on the counter
Warm it up then, warm it up man, warm it up then

One two, lace up my shoes
Three to the four, when I stepped out the door
Five six, kick a lil somethin with the Cool Kids then we do it again
It's like one two, lace up my shoes
Three to the four, when I stepped out the door
Five six, kick a lil somethin with the Cool Kids then we do it again

What it is, what it is, come check the noise
It's the new black version of the Beastie Boys
Chucky, Mikey, some dudes don't like me
Don't care, I'm dope, they lame so bite me
Find a rock to kick or a bridge to jump off
I'm popular and you not (yessir)
I'm on the dyno with the black mags
Smooth as the vinyl in the black bag
Stumble like the wino with the brown bag
In his right hand, around town again
I am keepin cool like it's goin outta style
Stickin to the program kickin it with no hands (kickin)
That's what I do been doin for a while
Homie not a wack thread on me
Size 10 Jedis Obi Wan Kanobi
And I'm Anakin
And I'm ramblin
So bladabladabla to the chorus and

One two, lace up my shoes
Three to the four, when I stepped out the door
Five six, kick a lil somethin with the Cool Kids then we do it again
It's like one two, lace up my shoes
Three to the four, when I stepped out the door
Five six, kick a lil somethin with the Cool Kids then we do it again

Chuck was dope but Chuck is cold
As a ice cream cone in a Iceland snowstorm
Feelin like a ceiling fan blowing out the window
Midway city is the city where wind blows
Fairly cold, 'frigerator buried with a little bit of gold
'85 Bears jersey
Infra red Spike Lee Jordan number fours
Bow for a second then I pause for applause
Check it out if it's froze let it thaw
Let it rain clear it out that's the proper protocol
When I steps on the court with the ball on the floor
You dribbilin around just bein a ball hog
Uh, I got my kicks out my locker
If I ain't got the shot then I dish to my partner
Step behind the arc I cross I Byron Scott-er
If you want it I got it drippin like water

One two, lace up my shoes
Three to the four, when I stepped out the door
Five six, kick a lil somethin with the Cool Kids then we do it again
It's like one two, lace up my shoes
Three to the four, when I stepped out the door
Five six, kick a lil somethin with the Cool Kids then we do it again

Break it, bop it, niggas beat box it

I do what I do like I do it for TV
I guess what I'm doing I'm doing to keep the
Shoes on my feet sweeter than sweet pea
So you sucka MCs really can't outstep me
I grab em like I rock em from nine to five
Self-employed, kickin ? is my hobby and job
Easy rock beats with bass, ladies callin me Rob
Bass, bass, bass, bass
I'm on my '88 shit
Cuban link chains and Gezel frame lens
Guess Jeans, stone-washed
Rockin' top 10 beats
Flickin' on my fit
I got my foot lookin like a '88 draft pick
Is that sick? It gets sicker than the flu
And sir, you came to pretend I'm you
Attain you a class on how to be cool
And in fact, I'm the superintendent of the school
Uh, yeah and I'm back on my job
I press and twist knobs
Just to make your head nod
All you wack rappers need to keep your day job
And my work here is done, I'm a take the day off

Do the smurf, do the wop, baseball bat
Rooftop, like I'm bringin '88 back
Do the smurf, do the wop, baseball bat
Rooftop, like I'm bringin '88 back
(Smurf it, wop it, at the bus stop and)
(Break it, bop it, niggas beat-boxin)
Do the smurf, do the wop, baseball bat
Rooftop, like I'm bringin '88 back
(Smurf it, wop it, at the bus stop and)
(Break it, bop it, niggas beat-boxin)
Do the smurf, do the wop, baseball bat
Rooftop, like I'm bringin '88 back

We know who this be, it's me, no secrets
Stuck to the beat and glued to the sequence
Igloos freeze, then we is
You can catch us walkin on the weekend
While you awkwardly breathin
From all the second hand smoke
Nigga, you a square
Lit you at the tip, blow it in the air
We don't play fair
And that's a fact
Separate the people from the squares
Like a nicotine patch
Lookie here, quite honestly
You're gonna have to pardon me
I'm a modern day fly machine
Yes sir, that's absurd
But the best word to describe would be "ah"
Piffed, mad as me
Which hand is free?
Shake the one that is and I gotta handle my biz
Until I got the achin ribs
Salute to all them scally-wags and fresh kids, yes

Do the smurf, do the wop, baseball bat
Rooftop, like I'm bringin '88 back
Do the smurf, do the wop, baseball bat
Rooftop, like I'm bringin '88 back
(Smurf it, wop it, at the bus stop and)
(Break it, bop it, niggas beat-boxin)
Do the smurf, do the wop, baseball bat
Rooftop, like I'm bringin '88 back
(Smurf it, wop it, at the bus stop and)
(Break it, bop it, niggas beat-boxin)
Do the smurf, do the wop, baseball bat
Rooftop, like I'm bringin '88 back

We can dance if you want
We can leave your friends behind
Cause if your friends don't dance
And if they don't dance
Then they ain't no friends of mine
Yo, it just hit me
I'm the fresh prince
And that means I'm Will
And I chill with the chicks
In the week on the real
It might feel like a kick in the back
From gorillas, but chill that's the skill that I pack
Yes son, you need to rock while I do the wop
Old schoolers bop cooler while we movin through the spot
Dancin through the roof '88 frames on Adidas track suit
Ask who? Be quiet when the game's on
Cause I'm in champion ship
And I going through time in my championship
We cannot fall
So I'm leaving you with these 3 words
Yes, yes ya'll

Do the smurf, do the wop, baseball bat
Rooftop, like I'm bringin '88 back
Do the smurf, do the wop, baseball bat
Rooftop, like I'm bringin '88 back
(Smurf it, wop it, at the bus stop and)
(Break it, bop it, niggas beat-boxin)
Do the smurf, do the wop, baseball bat
Rooftop, like I'm bringin '88 back
(Smurf it, wop it, at the bus stop and)
(Break it, bop it, niggas beat-boxin)
Do the smurf, do the wop, baseball bat
Rooftop, like I'm bringin '88 back

Smurf it, wop it, at the bus stop and
Break it, bop it, niggas beat-boxin
Smurf it, wop it, at the bus stop and
Break it, bop it, niggas beat-boxin

Uh.
Uh.
Yup.

[Chuck:]
Yo Mike!

[Mikey:]
What it is yo?
I'm just chilling like a villain.
Grindin' daily.
'Cause I can't get a 9 to 5.
So I rhyme, I rock.
Ya dig?
You don't it's cool.
I take ya to school.
That's what I do.
Yo Chuck!

[Chuck:]
I-I-I rock.
If you don't think so.
Then nigga kick rocks.
With the time on the clocks.
Da boom on box. You like us?
Homie that's hardwash.
Boombox on my shoulder.
And she started walking over.
Like yo.
Looked me up and down.
If looks could kill.
Then she'd be in jail.

[Mikey:]
Well I hope you got the keys.
She got me as well.
I don't wanna let her out.
'Cause she get ill.

[Chuck:]
Um, but I get iller.
Freeze, now take my picture.

Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.)
Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.)
Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.)
Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.)
Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.)
Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.)
Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.)
Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.)

[Mikey:]
I got a 5.0 GT that is.
Drop top roof.

With the Daytons on the wheels.
Got bass in the back.
Back to the front.
I can hit a switch.
Make the trunk lift up.
Let me hop in it.
Let me lace my kicks.
Then flip the Sidekick.
Peek my options go down the list.
Like mmm... not that one.
Maybe tomorrow but that's after.
I find out just what she's after.
If it's dough then she gotta get gone.
She never get a call.
Like broken phones.

[Chuck:]
And I suppose that she gonna call me.
I take her and her I'll take all three.
But the truck that I'm in only got two seats
And I'm in one.
So you know what that means.

[Mikey:]
That means it's decision time.
Hop in the women line.
If it's 9, I'm takin' 7UP
Like lemon lime.
To the penthouse.
So it's two left fa you Chuck

[Chuck:]
I ain't got no penthouse.

[Mikey:]
We party on the rooftops.
Brand new blazers.
That came from Malaysia.
Grab your turntable and smack the DJ up.
If he don't play us
We rock it till the A.M.
So you niggaz better wake up.

Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.)
Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.)
Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.)
Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.)
Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.)
Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.)
Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.)
Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.)

Pedal down the foot hills
Wheelies on the front
P-p-pedal down the foot hills
Wheelies on the front

I got this 89-90, Pistons champ flat
Bill black starter cap with the hologram tags
White Mag rims, red rubber tires
Chain, frame, pegs, grips, ship to my supplier
Dope man attire, gimme bout an hour
And I'll have it clicking, ticking, gliding, flying like McGuyver
I'm a Murder Club, dope pedal rider
Nigel said I'm good to get that ink on my bicep
I gets, busy as a bee on my bike grips
If I catwalk this sidewalk, I can fly this
Bitch and I'm fly, and it's tied to the side
That's the flag that I'm flying
Add to the fact that it all coincides with these wheels that I'm riding
3pt Mags make you think that I'm gliding
Shiiiit nigga I ain't lying
I got a long rap sheet that'll say that I'm tied in

Pedal down the foot hills
Wheelies on the front
P-p-pedal down the foot hills
Wheelies on the front
I'm on the dyno with the black mags
Black mags,
Dyno with the black mags, black mags
Black mags
Dyno with the

Pedal down the foot hills
Wheelies on the front
P-p-pedal down the foot hills
Wheelies on the front
I'm on the dyno with the black mags
Black mags,
Dyno with the black mags, black mags
Black mags
Dyno with the

I hit Chuck on the pager yo, I'm kinda bored
Ain't got class til later so, open garage
And I don't really know which way to go, I ain't tryna skate it though
And my bikes illegal, so they send for the law
But I don't care joe, I just keep on pedalin
Ride past shorty light skinned with no melanin
Shirt look like somebody stuffed two melons in
Had to stop so I could preach like reverend
I grip on the handbrake and say "What up? "
I skip on the handshakes, I'm straight. What else?
I got two pegs on the back,
And you got two legs under your skirt
So hop, we head
To the Dope Pedal Headquarters
You would be there if you could
Chuck got the red wheels and the white mags, but it's all good
I got the gold hundred spokes like Boys in the Hood
With the lime green frame, dollars on the bike seat
Handlebar grips is the same as my Nikes
In the mold, the gold I use for my spokes
And the frame, the same as I use for my chain
Out!

Pedal down the foot hills
Wheelies on the front
P-p-pedal down the foot hills
Wheelies on the front
I'm on the dyno with the black mags
Black mags,
Dyno with the black mags, black mags
Black mags
Dyno with the

Pedal down the foot hills
Wheelies on the front
P-p-pedal down the foot hills
Wheelies on the front
I'm on the dyno with the black mags
Black mags,
Dyno with the black mags, black mags
Black mags
Dyno with the

So I'm sitting on the couch holding the remote
Flipping channels, I'm a rebel
Eating a bowl of them Fruity Pebbles, Fruity Pebbles, Fruity Pebbles
How gangsta is that? Not gangsta at all?
Aw you judging me, dogg? Please, you shop at the mall
Me, I shop at boutiques, limited quantity sneaks
Where do these quantities be? Maybe they all on my feet
But I don't get it tho, about a year ago you said my gear is wack
Nigga now my gear is dope, I guess it goes full circle like a Cheerio
'Cause you rocking what I was rocking like a year ago!
You said my chain was lame then you go and get a rope
You clown jokesters pose for poser posters
Told you when I woke up, hold it like holsters
And stop while I fold the rest of my clothes up
Love the hypocrites hating until you make it
Wack swagga jackers but my styles ain't for the taking

Nigga, you still playing Sega?
I'm cooler than that guy.
No red monkeys with the bapesters?
I'm cooler tan that guy.
What you riding on that bike for?
I'm cooler than that guy.
Does that belt say Star Wars?
I'm cooler than that guy.
Why your jeans ain't sagging?
I'm cooler than that guy.
You ain't smokin on the dro, cuz?
I'm cooler than that guy.
Where your stunna shades at, dog?
I'm cooler than that guy.
Man y'all niggas ain't got no buzz!
I'm cooler than those guys.

I'm in the crib Saturday night with my Sega, that's right
Playing a game of that Street Fighter, Street Fighter, Street Fighter
I guess that makes you think you cooler then me
But any girl you can pull, I can pull em with ease
Like the letter after D not ecstacy, It's easy to me
Yes yes indeed
It's hard to believe but swallow it
So much game that I could put it in a bottle and sell it to lames
And getting graphics in ya fade was fresh in the day
But it was jacked by the losers I'm bout to say screw it and
Grow a jerry curl, wear a diaper like Cupid or something else stupid
And see if people do it and if they do it, then that proves it
People are just losers and they'll do anything if someone cool do it
But they won't do it first so I guess they not cool
And it's the end of the verse so I'm chucking that deuce

Nigga, you still playing Sega?
I'm cooler than that guy.
No red monkeys with the bapesters?
I'm cooler tan that guy.
What you riding on that bike for?
I'm cooler than that guy.
Does that belt say Star Wars?
I'm cooler than that guy.
Why your jeans ain't sagging?
I'm cooler than that guy.
You ain't smokin on the dro, cuz?
I'm cooler than that guy.
Where your stunna shades at, dog?
I'm cooler than that guy.
Man y'all niggas ain't got no buzz!
I'm cooler than those guys.

With a little bit of gold and a pager
(repeat)

Cool Kids
Cool Kids
Yup!
Uh...

Pedal down the foothills, wheelies on the front (for real Chuck?)
Not for play homebro, I made those in those
I skate those in these
I take dough and wear em like I made those even if I don't 'cause oh
I'll take those like dat (uh)
Put em in my napsack, snap the top latch
Four finger ring on my belt buckle strap
Gotta hold up my jeans 'cause they fallin off my ass
Then you gotta check these Nikes at the bottom of my pants
Then you gotta check my hip cause my beepers on blast
Just got it activated, you ain't even gotta ask
So if my phone's off, you can page my ass
So I guess what it is is I'm who I is
And I'm well aware a gold rope's what I wear
And they're big and they hang and they swang here to there
And I'm here...

With a little bit of gold and a pager
(repeat)

Who we are? Mikey Rocks
I'm graduate of Cooley High
The last day of school, threw my hat in the air with a new pair of shoes with the gum sole
Posed for the class picture
And I flicked like a glass fixture
When the tip of your finger hits the switch
So with a little bit of gold (uh)
Motorola Pager
Fresh haircut, clean shave with the razor
It's a sickness but God is my witness
Blessed with this gift since the day before Christmas
I'm tryin
I am nice with the science on how to stay king of the jungle just like lions
I gotta stay humble and move just like a bumble bee
Can't let your ingreat struggle me (no)
So please no stees biting
I'm just a teenager...

With a little bit of gold and a pager
(repeat)

They say if you ain't got no money take yo broke ass home
I say if you got your two dollars, then come through to my party
But get bent before you come 'cause for that liquor I'll be charging
And take down these directions
It's right past that intersection
Make a right at the light
It's the first house on the left
And get it, got it good
You made it, I knew you would
We got them drinks up in the back and them chickies looking good
Hold up, here come one ayy what's yo name hun?
Jackie brown, yea that pop
Ayy I'm chuck, this mikey rocks
And let me introduce you to some kids that you ain't used to
Yep we bet that we ride bikes
Carrying bones and jordan 5's
Got every single color so
Just in case you wonder
My party's is always live
As a mother is for supper and
In the summer when it's hotter then the oven
We the coolest kids we know
So you know we into something
That involve doing something
With a trunk to get that bass drum pumping
It's my party, so get up
If you don't you getting jumped

What's happening?
Where's the party?
Say you heard me say there's a party
Right around my way
So if you finna start it
Then don't do nothing small
Get everyone involved and
Say that it's a party
What's happening?
Where's the party?
Say you heard me say there's a party
Right around my way
So if you finna start it
Then don't do nothing small
Get everyone involved and
Say that it's a party

One to the two
Three to the four
Chuckey and mike is at yo door
We don't knock
We straight on that
"when yo album drop"
You can wait on that
I don't don't like the questions you ask so
Let me tell you a little about myself
Everywhere I go I act an ass
And if you ain't know
Better go and ask
At every party
I hop the bar
And then dance with the chicks
On top of that
Bartender be like, get off of that
I'm like not till I get rich off of rap
And I look to the left, she dipping her hips
And making her lips, at me I guess
And I look to the left and look to the right
Point to my chest and she was like "that's right"
Now let me tell you the recipe
To all you niggas tryna get like me
It takes a scoop of being cool
And the rest will be included
When you purchase my movie
Cause if you knew what I knew
You would prolly try to
Do whatever I do
Prolly move to chicago
If you want instructions
Then I could prolly front them
Just as long as you shortys pay attention
So if you ugly keep you hands by yo side
But if you not then put em' in the sky
And if you knowin' what it is
There's a party at the crib
Come and party with the kids
What's happening?
Where's the party?
Say you heard me say there's a party
Right around my way
So if you finna start it
Then don't do nothing small
Get everyone involved and
Say that it's a party
What's happening?
Where's the party?
Say you heard me say there's a party
Right around my way
So if you finna start it
Then don't do nothing small
Get everyone involved and
Say that it's a party