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  • 作曲 : J. Cole
    [Intro]
    Cole, Cole, Cole, Cole, and on the count of three, baby girl
    Cole, Cole, Cole, Cole, and on the count of three, baby girl
    Cole, Cole, Cole, Cole, Cole, hey
    And on the count of three, Blow up, Blow up

    [Verse]
    Yeah, and that I will, nigga, 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 nigga gettin burnt, just imagine how that feel
    Hmm, ill, fantastic
    Flip rhymes, flip beats, nigga, "Jam"nastics
    Your style hot now, but they just can't last with
    Something like the rap sand-castle
    Gone with the tide, I'm here for the seasons
    Bend yo' ass over bitch I'm here for a reason
    Cold breezin', flow freezin'
    This ain't spittin' ho, I'm sneezin'
    Used to hit South Beach, stay at the Parisian
    No fun nigga, low funds was the reason
    Old school bed that the hoes got pleased in
    Now them Lowes doors, is what I throw keys in
    Man, talk about a come up
    Niggas see me in the street they talk about 'The Come Up'
    Or talk about 'The Warm Up'
    Or "Nigga, when your album drop?"
    And why these lil' rappers like to run their mouth alot?
    And J. Cole, are you really from the south or not?
    I see your jeans, man them thangs, must have cost a lot
    Aye do you get a chance to hang out with the boss a lot?
    Even them hating niggas like you at the barbershop
    Cole.. Yeah, that's my muh****ing name
    Nigga couldn't even watch the All Star game
    Had to do the whole Valentines Day thang
    Gotta play the game, so my lady won't complain
    Three or four days, I be back on a plane
    Do a couple shows, where the people know my name
    Look man, the crowd full of pretty young dames
    If you gonna do dirt, then you can't leave a stain, man!
    Tiger Woods y'all
    He like them white girls, I like them hoods y'all
    She got her head straight, she got a good job
    She give the best brain, she got them good jaw
    I got that good game, that's cause I'm good, y'all
    And J. Cole the lil' engine that could, y'all
    And yeah I'm coming for the top, like I should, y'all
    And bitch I never fall off, knock on wood, y'all
    Cole
  • 作曲 : J. Cole
    [Intro]
    Cole, Cole, Cole, Cole, and on the count of three, baby girl
    Cole, Cole, Cole, Cole, and on the count of three, baby girl
    Cole, Cole, Cole, Cole, Cole, hey
    And on the count of three, Blow up, Blow up

    [Verse]
    Yeah, and that I will, nigga, 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 nigga gettin burnt, just imagine how that feel
    Hmm, ill, fantastic
    Flip rhymes, flip beats, nigga, "Jam"nastics
    Your style hot now, but they just can't last with
    Something like the rap sand-castle
    Gone with the tide, I'm here for the seasons
    Bend yo' ass over bitch I'm here for a reason
    Cold breezin', flow freezin'
    This ain't spittin' ho, I'm sneezin'
    Used to hit South Beach, stay at the Parisian
    No fun nigga, low funds was the reason
    Old school bed that the hoes got pleased in
    Now them Lowes doors, is what I throw keys in
    Man, talk about a come up
    Niggas see me in the street they talk about 'The Come Up'
    Or talk about 'The Warm Up'
    Or "Nigga, when your album drop?"
    And why these lil' rappers like to run their mouth alot?
    And J. Cole, are you really from the south or not?
    I see your jeans, man them thangs, must have cost a lot
    Aye do you get a chance to hang out with the boss a lot?
    Even them hating niggas like you at the barbershop
    Cole.. Yeah, that's my muh****ing name
    Nigga couldn't even watch the All Star game
    Had to do the whole Valentines Day thang
    Gotta play the game, so my lady won't complain
    Three or four days, I be back on a plane
    Do a couple shows, where the people know my name
    Look man, the crowd full of pretty young dames
    If you gonna do dirt, then you can't leave a stain, man!
    Tiger Woods y'all
    He like them white girls, I like them hoods y'all
    She got her head straight, she got a good job
    She give the best brain, she got them good jaw
    I got that good game, that's cause I'm good, y'all
    And J. Cole the lil' engine that could, y'all
    And yeah I'm coming for the top, like I should, y'all
    And bitch I never fall off, knock on wood, y'all
    Cole