"CoolHandLuke" lyrics
Full moon, full cup, full blunt, alright
Wave the flag, throw the towel in, call it a night
I hope that he speakin' right, 'cause if he ain't, I might
Better yet, I let it slide, watch him struggle with life
Got too much to lose, got too much to prove
Stepping wrong, do you dirty, like stepped-on shoes
News-print, footprints, that's all that's left of you
How I move is how you move, the team depends on you
It's true
We do what they won't do
Sean Paul had a blade, stick to me like glue
The girl you cherish just sent me, said "No one do it like you"
The reaper opens up the stars, like "I've been waiting for you"
It's gotta be true
The cemetery's CoolHandLuke
I gotta be cool, my necklace is ice-cube blue
You know the 6'4, dipped in matte-black fondue
Pinky ring different hues like tropical fruit
I'm on the beach rolling pressure
Bumping Alan Jackson
Don't lie to the people
Tell 'em, who got you rapping?
You tried to be evil, saw whatever's happenin'
So you tried to please the masses, hoppin' on whatever's cracking
I really do mean it, deep down, with a passion
99% of the scene got me wheezing from laughing
It's tragic...
And I really hate to kill the mood but I'd rather that you hate me
Wasn't just lyrics to a song, nah
Wave the flag, throw the towel in, call it a night
I hope that he speakin' right, 'cause if he ain't, I might
Better yet, I let it slide, watch him struggle with life
Got too much to lose, got too much to prove
Stepping wrong, do you dirty, like stepped-on shoes
News-print, footprints, that's all that's left of you
How I move is how you move, the team depends on you
It's true
We do what they won't do
Sean Paul had a blade, stick to me like glue
The girl you cherish just sent me, said "No one do it like you"
The reaper opens up the stars, like "I've been waiting for you"
It's gotta be true
The cemetery's CoolHandLuke
I gotta be cool, my necklace is ice-cube blue
You know the 6'4, dipped in matte-black fondue
Pinky ring different hues like tropical fruit
I'm on the beach rolling pressure
Bumping Alan Jackson
Don't lie to the people
Tell 'em, who got you rapping?
You tried to be evil, saw whatever's happenin'
So you tried to please the masses, hoppin' on whatever's cracking
I really do mean it, deep down, with a passion
99% of the scene got me wheezing from laughing
It's tragic...
And I really hate to kill the mood but I'd rather that you hate me
Wasn't just lyrics to a song, nah
Writer(s): Elmo O Connor, Still
