Aoww, Cool and Dre   I was the one who believed in you      I got one bad chick, she by my side   About two more waitin' outside   Pull out the red carpet, walk past the line   Pass the keys, tell 'em please valet my ride      And just rock ya body, body, rock ya body, body   Rock, ya body, body, rock ya body   Just rock, who the fuck you know like Cook?   Kill a nigga on a verse, make 'em dance on a hook      Joey C Murder like five-oh-fo'   Better have my money, 'cause I knock on do's   Better yet I leave seventeen peepholes, squeeze with the eagle   Bet I murder like five-oh-fo', crack, yes      You gon' need protection   This dude mad nice with the Smith & Wesson   You know, automatic, stick shift revolver   Find me in the attic, long dist' the target      After that, do the walk-through like phone booths   What'chu gon' do when them dudes run up on you   And rock ya body, body, catch somebody   Gon' park, the black Denali, watch his body just drop      Yeah, I'm street like that   Pull off the Benny Blanco, yeah, it beez like that   Your whole crew boomerang, they ain't G's like that   'Cause when it's time to shoot   They quick to point the heat right back nigga      I got one bad chick, she by my side   About two more waitin' outside   Pull out the red carpet, walk past the line   Pass the keys, tell 'em please valet my ride      And just rock ya body, body, rock ya body, body   Rock ya body, body, rock ya body   Just rock, who the fuck you know like Cook?   Kill a nigga on a verse, make 'em dance on a hook      Yo, if Suge rapped how hard would it be   But he don't, so the closest thing you got is me   Ain't no damn near a rapper this loc' as me   Cook Coke on top is how it's s'posed to be, nigga      Yeah, the Bronx is back   It's my niggaz Cool and Dre on this monster track   What they do Fat? Yeah we been on some Don shit   Been stompin' niggaz unconscious      Been sendin' niggaz to trauma, I bet now you wish   The only beef that you had is wit'cha baby's momma   You best to wear your vest as a doo-rag   'Cause I'ma headbussa, you don't want me to do dat      Yeah, I need a new muh'fucker to shoot at   More Bin Laden talk, disappearin' like Pookie from New Jack   Said it, yeah it's all out war   So do your jumpin' jacks nigga, make you hit the floor      I got one bad chick, she by my side   About two more waitin' outside   Pull out the red carpet, walk past the line   Pass the keys, tell 'em please valet my ride      And just rock ya body, body, rock ya body, body   Rock ya body, body, rock ya body   Just rock, who the fuck you know like Cook?   Kill a nigga on a verse, make 'em dance on a hook      Yes, please believe she gorgeous   And she ain't gon' leave once she see the fortress   The blood red G-T'll leave ya nauseous   And as for the wife, mami please, we're bosses      Crenshaw, you can find me on the strip   Black Ferrari, nine milli' on the hip   You in South Beach, wet willies on the strip   Shit, I'm in Dade County, smokin' Phillies, bumpin' trick nigga      New York y'all know what it is   Got a hundred guns, got a hundred clips   Niggaz never listen till they vision turn pitch   Pawn you out of Vegas butt-naked in a ditch      By now you can see that I'm global   Slappin' MC's for the dreams that they sold you   And all the false prophecies of niggaz takin' shots at me   Find yourself hangin' from your feet off the balcony      I got one bad chick, she by my side   About two more waitin' outside   Pull out the red carpet, walk past the line   Pass the keys, tell 'em please valet my ride      And just rock ya body, body, rock ya body, body   Rock ya body, body, rock ya body   Just rock, who the fuck you know like Cook?   Kill a nigga on a verse, make 'em dance on a hook now