[Verse 1]
I’m a smooth soul brother ladies stop and stare
I landed up on earth with the pick in my hair
My jive-slang like Shaft, I sling like Tommy
Pop like a slugga on a soulsville bobby
Runnin’ down devils in a 83’ Deville
Cadillac to mack matter fact redeemed to bills
Red, black, and green that’s the colors i fly
Bang on wax and CV till the day I die, dig it
Pull it, pop it on a Wu! Can’t see my manager
Crackas mackin’ on Aunt Sally actin’ like you fans of her
I’m not a fan of Betty Crocker some brothers get down with her
I don’t see it but so be it ya’ll be looking like a clown with her
Pigs can’t touch me, they could never fool me
Fighting for my brothers gettin’ gunned down by UZIs
Keep it safe, but I could go guerilla
No I will, never be a killer
Dilla taught me to cook the beat, commit amazing feats
Butter told me stores ‘nuff to make quadroons complete
Brotha J my name, hip-hop the game
No I won’t sell my soul to wops or any random dame

[Hook]
I’m Cooley High, acting ill
You could never play me
I’m butter smooth never lose
‘Cause I’m pullin’ all the ladies (what’s happenin’)
I’m king (I still got my crown intact)
I’m king (but ya’ll cannot get down with that)
I’m king, that’s me and it’s just the way it be
I’m king on the RBG, reppin’ CV

[Verse]
I’m kan-gol, free of the django
A cap for my crown tilted sideways and low
Ask me where I’m goin’, I says im gettin’ laid
In full I’m gettin’ paid I got Jabaar 33 shades
Never bucked like 33 but I strap like Smif-n-Wess
BP self defense, relentless and militant
Leather jackets like Harlem junkies from money to buckets
We elevatin’ like a motha while we causin’ all the ruckus
Uh, and if you don’t know now ya know, fella
I’m better to pull a rella or a hell of a heffa
Chef, I sauteé the rhymes while you decayin’ like a lepper
Kings and queens, the crown is dope, while hate is bein’ passed around
Push the love to the left and never right if you down