Kool Shit

[Chorus: Aasim]
Gather 'round for that old to that new shit
Smoke a pound to it, sip, sip a brew shit
That old cool shit
That back block South Jamaica Avenue shit, uh (Uh, uh, uh, listen)

[Verse 1: Aasim & Wize G]
Like it or love it with my timeless discussion
I write for the public, consistent Christ is Aas' is a burn is
Is subject to rupture your diapraham, the definin' raw Iron Man (Yeah)
My alliance is probably steal from your pockets, my diagram (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Wize G & Aasim]
You got dudes runnin' 'round askin' how could they be like me
It take more than bein' gangsta to get that "G"
Take more than havin' heart for you to get that stee
Well, that's me (Hol' up, Wize, lemme talk to 'em again), that's just me, ba' boy (Uh, uh)

[Verse 3: Aasim & Wize G]
Caught in my rhapsody, murder you like a killer's trigger
Don't listen, it's captivatin', so drawn to my zigga, zigga
So used to that jigga, jigga, you figurin' nigga is a
Mirror image, Aas' Xplicit on his own with smoker's vision (Okay)

[Verse 4: Wize G & Aasim]
I can't tell you how to spit it, just spit it, how you live it
If you don't live it, then don't spit it, hey
I ain't gon' judge or keep no grudge, shit, love is love
Just know that this somethin', boy, don't budge, nigga, we thugs (Uh, uh)

[Verse 5: Aasim]
Hustlers sell they soldiers' mourn on the sacrifice
If you say it, stick to it, that's how savages survive in life
I'm a star with a guidin' light, in a park with a block of white
In a fight with a garden knife, when I ain't smilin', guard your life

[Verse 6: Wize G & Aasim]
Okay, and I'm a certified "G" mack, my money and gun stacks
So I could get real money even if they done rap
My youngin's'll pump packs and they gon' dump straps
Somethin' tell me that you kissy cats really don't want that (Uh, uh, uh, uh)

[Verse 7: Aasim]
When Aas' and Wize around, bitches pull panties down
Niggas be lookin' hard but we just think they fuckin' clowns
This is that somethin' sound, drunk off that fuckin' brown
Niggas was just in church, oh Vorce, you thuggin' now?

[Verse 8: Wize G & Aasim]
Must be just a little saucy, he more than a little floss
Big boys push big toys, so raise the fuck up off me
Don't be askin' me questions, ma, like you be housin' dude
'Less you blowin' me right (Uh, listen)

[Verse 9: Aasim]
Stealin' my fuckin' style, you my son, I'm fuckin' proud
Fuckin' with us, you on that stuff, you fuckin' buggin' now
Aasim'll fuck your bird, Wize'll fuckin' gun you down
You fuckin' Herb, you's a Lemonhead, don't come around

[Verse 10: Wize G & Aasim]
They want me to go back to the pen, but I ain't dumb
I'd rather back to the pen (Uh) and start writin' again, you get it? (Uh-huh)
If not, you shot and you a fuckin' dummy
I've been gone for two years (Listen), you still a fuckin' dunny (Uh)

[Verse 11: Aasim]
Listen, I'ma really though, we be runnin' trizzy-o
With them same model bitches from your favorite videos
Turn me up and hear me flow, most respected in the barrios
Catch by anybody, Aas' and Wize'll come and body those

[Verse 12: Wize G]
Ain't no need to even talk about it, we real, so dog, we 'bout it
You in a spot you don't fit, we gotta get you out it
Or I could get you out it, but for the meantime
Listen to the God Wize G and Aasim rhyme

[Chorus: Aasim & Wize G]
Gather 'round for that old to that new shit (Uh-huh)
Smoke a pound to it, sip, sip a brew shit (Yeah)
That old cool shit (Uh, cool shit)
That back block South Jamaica Avenue shit (Bitch, you already know)

[Outro: Aasim & Wize G]
It is what it is, man
It is what it is
It's Aasim, Wize G
I'm right here, baby
Grind Music, Bad Boy and all that shit
All that
It's The Money Pit, nigga
Yeah, it's for the dollars
We live and direct in them deep, dark pits of the money pit, nigga
Yeah, right in your face, playboy
The paper is very necessary
Very necessary, oh for sure
Uh