Jammin’

[Chorus: Mikey More]
I been coolin', jammin’
Gina, Pam'n
Horizontal, [?]
Slang dope in yards like Eli Manning (what you talkin'?)
Sing for the Lord like Pastor Franklin (hallelujah)
I been coolin’, jammin'
Gina, Pam'n
Horizontal, [?]
Slang dope in yards like Eli Manning (what you talkin'?)
Sing for the Lord like Pastor Franklin (hallelujah)

[Verse 1]
I say pass that, perpetratin' ass that
Nigga you so nasty (ew), asking "Where the ass at?"
Make that ass catch cum when I eat it with my hat back
Ate Benihana's in my grass slacks
Never walked no stage, uh (uh-uh)
Wifey in a safe, uh (uh-uh)
Wi-Fi hit escape, uh (uh-uh)
New girl takes the cake, uh (uh-uh)
Might go Tour de France, uh (yessir)
Newports and some crêpes (uh-huh)
I can't face no time, I got a baby on the way
Put this all in your speaker
I don't even need her (I don’t)
Ions don’t attract (nope)
Protons doesn't either (uh)
Every bar I’m cold, every beat be in a freezer
Joe Budden a sleeper, I don't even care (and no I don't)
Every bar is flight school, sky soaring (fly go fly)
Never passed in high school, shit's boring (fuck that shit)
Then I worked the drive-thru
Now my music gettin’ spins like typhoons (yup)
And all my dawgs whippin' different rides, don't gotta carpool

[Chorus: Mikey More]
I been coolin', jammin'
Gina, Pam'n
Horizontal, [?]
Slang dope in yards like Eli Manning (what you talkin'?)
Sing for the Lord like Pastor Franklin (hallelujah)
I been coolin', jammin'
Gina, Pam'n
Horizontal, [?]
Slang dope in yards like Eli Manning (what you talkin'?)
Sing for the Lord like Pastor Franklin (hallelujah)

[Verse 2]
My features are eccentric, my personality could
Even had them drawers droppin', blame the gravity (goddamn)
I got ammo, hide in public, camo visibility (yessir)
My M.O. grabbin' backs and shakin' avalanche with energy
Used to lie a lot, lie a lot (I did)
Used to idolize a lot (of course)
Catch me daydreaming, hate demons, they around a lot
Kids shootin' kids, every hood is the Columbine (stop it)
When we try to blame the gov', whites be gettin' iodized
Things sure passed, now we sittin' in this rut
'Til we numb the same actions then we just don't give a fuck (damn)
Hittin' clubs and meet suppliers then they soon divide us up
'Til we labeled with a tombstone number or a fuckin' drug
So I been coolin'... (yuh-yuh)
For not that long
I get heated mostly even knowing what they say is wrong (it is)
Every stereotype, everything they say I've done
They can shove it up there deep, I'ma tell you what I'm on

[Chorus: Mikey More]
See, I been coolin', jammin'
Gina, Pam'n
Horizontal, [?]
Slang dope in yards like Eli Manning (what you talkin'?)
Sing for the Lord like Pastor Franklin
I been coolin', jammin'
Gina, Pam'n
Horizontal, [?]
Slang dope in yards like Eli Manning (what you talkin'?)
Sing for the Lord like Pastor Franklin (hallelujah)

[Outro]
Coolin', coolin', yeah, yeah
I be coolin', coolin'
You can't blow my high, uh, no, no, no
Say, you can't blow my high, uh, uh, ayy
Say, I been coolin', yeah-yeah, uh-huh
Say, I been coolin', yeah-yeah, uh-huh
Say I been coolin', yeah-yeah, uh-huh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh