[chorus:]
I got my hands in my pocket
My hats real low
I'm to kool to dance i just rock [x3]
I'm on the edge of the dance flo
Drank in my cup
I'm to kool to dance i just rock [x3]
[verse:]
Friday night bout a quarter to 12
My benz outside and i'm 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 i'm 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 don't play no games
[chorus]
