文本歌词

Cole, cole, cole, cole
And on the count of 3
Baby girl
Cole, cole, cole, cole
And on the count of 3
Baby girl
Cole, cole, cole, cole
Hey
And on the count of 3
Blow up - ah
Blow up - ah
Yea - and that I will
Ni**a and that I will
I keep a checklist of rappers that I'mma kill
I used to play the bleachers before I had a deal
Now a ni**a gettin burnt,
Just imagine how that feel
Mmm, ill, fantastic
Flip rhymes, flip beats,
Ni**a jamnastics
Your style hot now but they just can't last wit
Somethin like the rap sandcastle
Gone with the tide
I'm here for the season
Bend your a** over b**ch
I'm here for a reason
Cole breezin, flow freezin
This ain't spittin ho - I'm sneezin
Used to hit South Beach,
Stay at the Parisian
No fun ni**a,
Low funds was the reason
Old school bed that the hoes got pleased in
Now them loes dos is what I throw peas in
Man talk about a come up
Ni**as see me in the street,
They talkin bout The Come Up
Or talk about The Warm Up
Aye ni**a when yo album drop?
And why these little rappers like to run they mouth alot?
And J. Cole are you really from the south or not?
I see yo jeans,
Man them thangs musta cost alot
Aye do you get a chance to hang out with the boss alot?
Even them hatin ni**as like you at the barbershop
Cole! yeaaa, thats my motherf**kin name
Ni**a couldn't even watch the allstar game
Had to do the ole valentines day thang
Gotta play the game so my lady won't complain
3 or 4 days I'll be back on a plane
Do a couple shows where the people know my name
Look man the crowd full of pretty young thangs
If you gone do dirt then you can't leave a stain
Mane, tiger woods ya'll
He like the white girls
I like them hoods yall
She got her hair straight,
She got a good job
She give the best brain,
She got them good jaws
I got that good game,
Thats cause I'm good ya'll
J. Cole the little engine that could ya'll
And yea I'm comin for the top like I should ya'll
And b**ch I'll never fall off
Knock on wood ya'll
Cole