Yea, Yea
The Cool
Turn Me Up
Uh huh
Yea!
He came back
In the same suit that he was buried in
Similar to the one his grandfather
Was married in
Yes, he was still fresh to def
Blang, two ear rangs,
Chain laying on his chest
He still had it cause they couldn't find it
And the bullets from his enemies sat
Like two inches behind him
Smell the Hennessey from when
His niggas got reminded
And poured out liquor in his memory,
He didn't mind it
But, he couldn't sip it fast enough
So the liquor was just filling the casket up
Floatin' down by his feet was
The letter from his sister
Second grade handwriting simply
Read "I miss ya"
Suit jacket pocket held his baby
Daughter's picture
Right next to it one of his man
Stuck a swisher
He had a notion as he laid there soakin'
He saw that the latch was broken,
He kicked his casket open
And he...
(Chorus)
This life goes passin' you by
It might go fast if you lie
You gonna live then you die
Oh oh oh oh
If life goes passin' you by
Don't cry, if your breaking the rules
Makin' your moves, paying your dues
Chasin' The Cool...
Not at all nervous as he
Dug to the surface
Tarnished gold chain is what
He loosened up the earth with
He used his mouth as a shovel
To try to hollow it
And when he couldn't dirt spit,
He swallowed it
Workin' like a...hmmm...
Reverse archaeologist, except
His buried treasure was sunshine
So when sunshine through
A hole that he had drove
It reflected off the gold and
Almost made sun blind
He grabbed on to some grass and climbed
He pulled himself up out of his
Own grave and looked at the time
On the watch, that stopped six months
After the shots that had got him in the box
Wringin' henny out his socks
Figured it was hours because he wasn't older
Used the flowers to brush
The dirt up off of his shoulders
So, with the right hand that was all bones
And no reason to stay,
He decided to walk home
So he...
(Chorus)
This life goes passin' you by
It might go fast if you lie
You gonna live then you die
Oh oh oh oh
If life goes passin' you by
Don't cry, if your breaking the rules
Makin' your moves, paying your dues
Chasin' The Cool...
He begged for some change
To get him on the train
"Dam that nigga stank",
Is what they complained
Tried to light the blunt
But it burst into flames
Caught the reflection
In the window of what he became
A long look, wasn't shook,
Wasn't ashamed
Matter fact only thing
On his brain was brains
And gettin' back in his lane
Doin' this thang, first he had
To find something to slang
Next stop was his block,
It had the same cops
Walked right past the same
Spot where he was shot
Shot, there was lil' niggas
Tryna sell him rocks
It just felt wierd,
Bein' on the opposite
They figured he wasn't from
There so they pulled out
And robbed him, with the same
Gun they shot him with
Put it to his head and said
"Scared ain't cha?"
He said, "Hustler to the death,
No heaven for a gangsta..."
(Chorus)
This life goes passin' you by
It might go fast if you lie
You gonna live then you die
Oh oh oh oh
If life goes passin' you by
Don't cry, if your breaking the rules
Makin' your moves, paying your dues
Chasin' The Cool...
compositores: WASALU JACO, DEXTER GILMAN WANSEL, KANYE WEST
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