I like
hard rock and
old school rap
Eminem's a clown and Kid Rock's a hack
I like the B .C. boys and run the D .M .C.
Sugar Hill Gang's all right with me
The name is Cooley, this here's my rap
I can ad -lib cause I'm all that
Impromptu jammin' off
the top of my head
I'm the best rapper that isn't dead
I re member way back in the day
when I was just a little man
I had a red rubber hippity hop
I went hoppin' all around the land
Just bouncin' around, back and forth,
up and down, and side to side
Holdin' on to the handle
in my own little world
It felt like I could fly I was fly alright
And definitely fresh
Not to mention deaf and dope
When my little sister wanted to use it
I stone cold said nope
I went hip to the hop, hop to the hip
I was hip to the hoppity most
And I don't stop
But I'll drop you like
you're hot
I'm conceited like the bragging boast
Fully strapped
Packin' the heat
Slayin' sucka squirrels that I never did eat
Yo, yo, dunkin' imperial purple
Walkin' the dog around the world
in circles
Representin' GB, south side of Flint
Grew up in the hills, I'll give you a hint
Bling, bling, had it goin' on
Done my time, now I'm an ex -con
Oh, Timberlands feeler,
the case was due
Before anybody from the hood
even knew I'm from the street,
plantation drive
Didn't have no slaves, didn't talk no jive
Scratchin' records on my turntable
I didn't sweat the techniques
Slam dunkin' off the Naples backboard
I never had to leave my fiends
Cold hoopin' it out in the driveway
Just a b -boy tryin' to score
Goin' to the junior high dance
the night break,
dancin' out on the floor
Then the DJ would cool it down,
a slow dance with all the fine cuties
When the teachers weren't lookin'
I was gettin' some tongue
And grabbin' me some booties
Gettin' jiggy, don't know why
All I can say is I must have been high
When I wasn't chillin' I was
bustin' a rhyme
Either that or perpetratin' a crime
I only smoke chronic,
drink tangerine tonic
Keepin' it on the down -low
Cooleys into his house,
kickin' it freestyle
The Dordt Highway,
Homeboys in the Nova,
posse in effect
Drove that car till it was totally wrecked
Pimp my ride? I think not
Don't need to be down with no cops
He stole my stash,
my bowl that was cashed
Cut down my crops
Givin' a shout out to my peeps,
you best give me my props
And if you don't show me no respect,
I'll bust you upside your chops
Yeah boy, can I get a square?
Why's that Afro pic stuck
in your hair?
I'm down with that,
I'm keepin' it real,
the man keeps you down,
you gots to steal
Just a thug, I'm gonna get you sucker,
never knew nobody said
good to your mother
You be illin', you be trippin' too
Me and my Adidas gonna
crush you through
You're wack, word to that
But I'm a player and I'm ph -fat
What up doe, I'm tellin' you dawg
Snoop ain't got nothin' on me
It's on you, the onus that is
Hi, my name is Scotty C
Went downtown to get the nickel bags
I love to smoke that jibba
Kick back, with my remote control,
watch MTV on my Toshiba.
Buh!