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[Intro: x2] Let's review the essential of cool A brief study of the things so instrumental to you That make me feel flyer than lobbys at belvenus An exclaimer just aramore no credentials from a school Now [Lupe Fiasco:] Am I for the wrong things, my head caught a wallet My neighbor hood shirt and my Eddy chain clock shit My not go to college but my street smart polished Like the black finger nails of that punk rock logic Do the knowlage, man you can't be punk from projects Firm disbeliever in your punch clock promise Was trading in my comics I was taking them to school One of Jay-z's boys now I'm skating in your pools Not to be rude I'm just hating on your rules Like a young fifty I'm on my world tour Good morning singapore I'm bringing the sun with me From the Robert Taylor homes to African slum cities I am American mentaly with Japanese tendencies Norwegian senceabilities so stay out the versinety of [Bridge:] Yea, yea she loves it over here It's just, yea, yea now look at what I wear Letras de canciones [Chorus:] Got my gold watch And my gold chain With my fancy car And my diamond ring With my fancy braud And she full grain So it's no words And it's no slang And I'm no trick And I'm no lame It's just so sick That she soak game [x4] It's just yea, yea she loves it over here [Lupe Fiasco:] I like zip-t, candles and my Horishi sandles And Vita sunglasses and purple murdersouses samples I like false t-shirts though the street is off the handle Such a good disgner Junior Wontanabi got genu I like Go Tiama Moto and I might roll solo Leather Gucci belts and Guilty Brotherhood polos I like mott black pens and most gloomy paper I like go-yard bags and green now and laters Monical magazines and japanese manga Futuring asperaticks and espn trainers I like street fighter 2 I just really hate From Letras Mania