Rebirth Of Slick (Cool Like Dat)

We like the breeze, flow straight out of our lids Them, they got moved by these hard-rock Brooklyn kids Us, floor rush when the DJ's boomin' classics You dig the crew on the fattest hip-hop records He touch the kinks and sinks into the sounds She frequents the fatter joints called undergrounds Our funk zooms like you hit the Mary Jane They flock to booms man, boogie had to change Who freaks the clips with mad amount percussion? Where kinky hair goes to unthought-of dimensions Why's it so fly? 'Cause hip-hop kept some drama When Butterfly rocked the light blue suede Pumas What by the cut, we push it off the corner How was the buzz, entire hip-hop era? Was fresh and fat since they started sayin' outtie 'Cause funks made fat from right beneath my hoodie The poobah of the styles like Miles and shit Like '60s funky worms with waves and perms Just sendin' junky rhythms right down yo' block We be to rap what key be to lock But I'm cool like dat, I'm cool like dat I'm cool like dat, I'm cool like dat I'm cool like dat, I'm cool like dat I'm cool like dat, I'm cool (I'm cool, I'm cool) We be the chocolates taps on my raps She innovates at the sweeter cat naps He at the funk club with the vibrate Them, they be crazy down with the five Nat' It can kick a plan then a crowd burst Me, I be diggin' it with a bump verse Us, we be freakin 'til dawn blinks an eye He gives the strangest smile so I say, "Hi" (wassup?) Who understood, yeah, understood the plans? Him, heard a beat and put it to his hands What, I just flip, let borders get loose How to consume all the beats just like juice If it's the shit we'll lift it off the plastic The babes'll go spastic, hip-hop gains a classic Pimp playin' shock, it don't matter, I'm fatter Ask Butter how I zone (man, Cleopatra Jones) And I'm chill like dat, I'm chill like dat I'm chill like dat, I'm chill like dat I'm chill like dat, I'm chill like dat I'm chill like dat, I'm chill Blink, blink, blink, blink, blink, blink, blink, blink Think, think, think, think, think, think, think, think We get ya free 'cause the clips be fat boss Them, they're the jams and commence to goin' off She sweats the beats and ask me could she puff it Me, I got crew, kids, seven and a crescent Us cause a buzz when the nickel bags are dealt Him, that's my man with the asteroid belt They catch a fizz from the Mr. Doodle-Big He rocks a tee from the Crooklyn nine-pigs The rebirth of slick like my gangsta stroll The lyrics, just like loot, come in stacks and rolls You used to find a Bug in a box with fade Now he boogies up your stage, plaits, twist, or braids And I'm peace like dat, I'm peace like dat I'm peace like dat, I'm peace like dat I'm peace like dat, I'm peace like dat I'm peace like dat, I'm peace Check it out, man I groove like dat, I'm smooth like dat I jive like dat, I roll like dat Yeah, I'm thick like dat, I stack like dat I'm down like dat, I'm black like dat Well, yo, I funk like dat, I'm phat like dat I'm in like dat 'cause I swing like dat We jazz like dat, we freak like dat We zoom like dat, we out (we out, we out)