Suga Free - Cool lyrics

[Intro] Man, this is some different sh** f**ed around and hooked up with Morris and them Hit ‘em up, Free Jerome and them. n***as cooler than a muthaf**a. Kool and them [Verse 1] Hey, can I tell you something? Something I don't tell? What got me feeling like a pimp and make me grow these nails? I think it's something in my bones that be making me feel That I can walk and I can talk like a player, for real Sometimes I get the urge to jump around and act the fool ‘cause a player be so happy he don't know what to do! I mean, some way, somewhere there's a girl That was meant for you, and homey, she will give you the world She want to see with my nails done and I do, too Perhaps a manicure to help a pimp to feel real cool Now, none of y'all tricks can't tell me nothing I got my hair fresh blowing in the wind for something Wearing tailor-made sh** and my cleaners know Put your contraband in a bag and hide my smoke Yeah, I'm so cool (so cool), you can tell by my walk That I ain't really got no time to talk [Hook] Hey, fellas! (Yeah?) Any y'all hot? (No!) You know why? (Why?) ‘Cause we cool. (Cool.) Hey, fellas! (Yeah?) Any y'all hot? (No!) You know why? (Why?) We so cool. So freeze, cool (sung) P-I-M-P What's that spell? (sung) P-I-M-P That spells, “pimp” (Pimp!) [Verse 2] Have you had your s** today? Was it good? Did he do it like a pimp, just like he should? Or did he get on one knee and try to give you a ring So he could lock you in the house and handcuff your dreams? Hell, no. She ain't going out like that She want to hit the casino in Las Vegas for a mack And her eyes get big every time she hit While you sitting there wanting to lay around with the b**h Get your money, man, (Pimp!) and tell her all your needs Do what you tell her you're going to do because she just might leave But you ready for the cop and blow? (what?) ‘Cause you's a player you going to get you some mo' Now you messing with some check books, credit cards, mo' mon-ey And looking back you squares, that's so fun-ny I drive a Cadillac, baby, don't touch my gla** Take your shoes off, set them down, and drop my cash [Hook] (sung) P-I-M-P What's that spell? (sung) P-I-M-P Ah th-that, ah th-that spells, “pimp” (Pimp!) [Verse 3] Now she got a baby, five minutes of fame And the next thing you know, the baby got your name Now she's Wonder Woman, dogg, she don't need no man She got a helpless little baby in the palm of her hand And her mama don't make it no better side-busting But I'm going to make it fly, better side-hustling She can't stand how I tell the truth She can't stand how I'm rolling with you She can't stand how I do what I do But you better understand the pimp game is true I ain't lying about something so I can do something else Think you need some time alone so you can play with yourself I'm too cool – like the Fonz again: Finger nails, to the hair, to the skin I'm in I'm too cool – square girls can't tell, right? One more time and you going to hell! [Long outro]