I’m so hood just like the remix
It’s in my blood, call it hoodness
Carried like a gene, so i’m full-blooded
Teach it to my son, so it’s generational
Center it in my body like gravitational
Exude it so much, i’m sensational
Dude, i love it so much, play it like station
3 of me could play for days and days
And check the initials no 3 ks, just kcj
I’m always after paper like roadrunner and coyote
So it was weird to go from kente to uno
But it don’t matter still hot like feugo
But i’m still iced out just for your info
So hot and so icy, i’m like burning cold

(chorus)
I’m kool, i’m hot, and you on bottom, and i’m on top
Can’t go slow, no need to speed, and i won’t stop
You could do what you want, and talk all junk (this part down x2)
I’ll still be the junk, you’ll just be major funk

Get that job work your name, and play to fame
Still the same kid with a worthless name
And i aim to break repeated breaking of change
I’ll go old school like oak trees, and yet ageless
I’ll still be a mystery like loch ness, proof-less
Evidently break your teeth, you need to see a dentist
Mentally like i metaphysically morphed to a higher plane
I’m divine, so i’m just one snake an a plane, call it reptili-man
A man with reptilian skin, so very scaly, so judge me
Like a girl named judy, sorry judith, you were rude to me (ha!)
I heard word of man dying, named insert-name-here
That’s a bit weird uno, ’cause we are used to john does
Well, i understand that but it didn’t go with the song though
I got to go, i’ll holla, i got to go holla at a dude about a malta

(chorus)
I’m kool, i’m hot, and you on bottom, and i’m on top
Can’t go slow, no need to speed, and i won’t stop
You could do what you want, and talk all junk (this part down x2)
I’ll still be the junk, you’ll just be major funk

Ring-y ring-y on my phone about my city, orlando
And you can’t compare cause i own a bad place
Go to yours tear it down, rebuild, and call it myspace (ha!)
And if ciara got goodies then i’m a good monster!!
She got rid of bow wow and 50, so i’m 1 on the roster
I’ll navigate my way on a map like i’m a router
And i’m intricate with myself, so me and i are brothers
Work together enough just to-grab-her
And we don’t gotta ask for nothing, not even money
We both do our own thing, come to as one like bugs bunny
Living life like it’s funny, grabbing shot, got a iron deficiency
But hand cut me so slack like the back of a compact
Gave it about 50 million wires and just called it compaq
I fall under 20 and younger so call me yung mac

I’m kool, i’m hot, and you on bottom, and i’m on top
Can’t go slow, no need to speed, and i won’t stop
You could do what you want, and talk all junk
I’ll still be the junk, you’ll just be major funk (x3)