Cool Cutter, Cool Cutter he ain't nuttin to me

Cool Cutter.. he ain't dirty fuckin south to me

Cool Cutter...

Cool Cool Cutter ain't nuttin to me

I'll stack me a track on Cool Cutter's ass!

Hell is Cool Cutter! Stack that track!



I know I look good.. cuz I feel real good

And when I'm feelin real good, I wish somebody would

I'm just like that

I'm Cool people I'm telling you, but ain't nobody gon' play me

He run his mouth then reach for somethin, he gon' be laying in gravy

The rap game like the dope game, man I ain't got no friends

When I was lettin 'em go for the low-low, shoulda got you one then

Man playboy life is automatic, lemme discribe this sentence

It'll shoot one at you, another one slide up in it

?Then Jam?, man I'm tellin you, cous' he ain't no punk

Man I got this attitude wrench, man I get it crunk

Describe me in a recipe; hot grease in a pot

One cup Orville Redenbacher, cuz everything gon' POP

Man it's the Dungeon Family boy, run out and go get it

It comes in a real small package, but makes a real big difference

So don't call me Cool Cutta, just call me Mister Bitch

And that's the only thing you call me from now ok, Mister.. bitch!



Get off yo' ass nigga, get on the grind

Forever pimpin, never slippin nigga that's how it is

This system is designed to twist yo' mind

Forever pimpin, never slippin nigga that's how it is

Get off yo' ass nigga, get on the grind

Forever pimpin, never slippin nigga that's how it is

This system is designed to twist yo' mind

Forever pimpin, never slippin nigga that's how it is...