Cool Kids

Yo! I got a call from my homies and they said wassup man At the rec center we could reenact Space Jam So I ask hopped on my bike and I rode no hands I hit a pothole and I took a hard slam 3rd grade birthday—mighta been 4th Yup, one of my buddies got his hands on a porn We waited late night not to push the luck Put it on my TV and my mans threw up 7th grade, I was coolin out with my friends Plus a fine bitty that a wanted to impress I bounced off a yoga ball, landed on my head And I spent the whole night in a hospital bed It's the typical tale fam, I'm super lit I make bad choices like a fugitive I'll admit it might sound like some stupid shit But all the cool kids are doin it All the cool kids are doin it All the cool kids are doin it All the cool kids are doin it All the cool kids are doin it Yo! So there I was, it was me and my cuz Running from some dummy cruising in a lifted truck Yup the gig was up, he bout to squash my kinfolk I never shoulda thrown that snowball through his window But I had to, it felt so good Being a bad boy, setting fires in the woods Mayhem and mischief was the name of the game Once I got a little taste, my life was never the same Tabasco on the tongue or maybe soap up in the mouth Was the punishment for cursing when we up in Matt's house So we just broke out, finding trouble on the double Man this suburban life feels like I'm living in a bubble Thank the lord for my bike, I need a getaway quick But this freak down the street thought that he was the shit Cracked his whole skull open tryna do a backflip Spouting all the cool kids are doing it All the cool kids are doin it All the cool kids are doin it All the cool kids are doin it All the cool kids are doin it All the cool kids are doin it All the cool kids are doin it All the cool kids are doin it All the cool kids are doin it I'm a rare breed Make the kick in the snare bleed Resort to plan b Like a pair of spare keys Or a hair piece You know, playing for keeps I'm outta this world Like something that an alien eats I'm unidentified Rappers stepping to me I call it genocide You been drinkin liquor till ya Got a lot of gin inside Many men have died So have I a few times From the peer pressure Of front side and back nines Now I kick back Roll a sack and stack dimes Roll another joint That's the point of fast times Rhymes that would be A lot cooler kid If you rap like Jarv "He's a fugitive" No doubt Finish the Guinness I'm too stout See me swimmin in these women I'm hooked like 2 trout Pick a new route I know it's Ludacris But all the cool kids are doin it All the cool kids are doin it All the cool kids are doin it All the cool kids are doin it All the cool kids are doin it All the cool kids are doin it All the cool kids are doin it All the cool kids are doin it All the cool kids are doin it