Kool A.D. - Oooh lyrics

[Verse 1: unidentified] You gotta mastermind these things, man? You feel me? Perfection is perfect, man (I hear that) Perfect's perfection, man (church) Ain't that right, ain't that right That's righteous Young ones, trying to stack the young [?] Lemonade gum drops My sneakers hi-tops My eye cyclops From the cold side of the town Icy-Hot patch Tracks burn from the strike of a match Catch your ears, yeah these sounds make a track Man this sound way back, like pops with a 8-track Or pops with a tape deck Lemme overdub that Main's green over there, that sh** blood from the tec Blood red is that? I'm touring the map ASAP, I see my east coast n***as, they rocking Hold my meds, we're working Miami with Metro Zoo Seasick, and my flow got the flu But I'm moving the clothes, handle business on floors too Oooh, damn baby, you saying you a model? Well lemme be your agent, but first I wanna taste it I ticky-ticky in it, no copy-paste it I'm sippy-sippy pimping, I won't waste it Treat hoes like drink, I won't chase it [Verse 2: unidentified] Doing what I want 'til I motherf**ing die 250 for that ounce, I'm so motherf**ing high Fresher than I ever been, represent the Heights You see the tags on, p**y n***a read the price Money woke me up, don't wanna leave town Guess a young n***a's stuck on chasing what I love Hip-hop, started out in the park, but we did it kinda different Mama house was a start Kicking raps in the lab Straight believing we stars Live a wild-a** life, then we spit it in bars Switch clothes through the day, n***as look at me odd I'm just standing B, ain't trying to start no problems My own clothes line come and f**ing with [?] I'm my own club, you ain't got it, I got it Copping wishes, spending money you miss I don't really give a sh** and I ain't been broke since Fat stacks for the 5, half a 8 for the 10 Work the rap game forever cause my kid's gotta live Have your heart beating, trying to jump out of your skin See what we see [?] this as real as it gets [Verse 3: Kool A.D.] Kool A.D., peep the newcomer Couple blocks from the sundial Candlestick Park South 1 mile Alameda Walnut Saint Anthony, tree canopy Kool A.D., look, it's me actually Cuban, 19th and Union, movin' 17 and Martin King, sparkin' things Let's do this My bad I slept through the session yesterday But yo, you gotta admit though That's hella Bay Moved to New York, cause sometimes you gotta get away Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play Jordan shrug, fadeaway Shout to Dopehead, I'm so dead Nah, I'm so live 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 Quick, we 'bout to go live The magnificent, so significant Dum Shiny just a little bit Isn't it strange how the game change the face of the innocent Plus the face of the guilty too Dude, I'm in a Porsche shouting out "Not guilty", dude What's real to me might not be real to you But yo, you should feel me, dude You should feel me too, boo On the real, me do things that you didn't even think you would see me do Kool A.D. on your CD or MP3 True, so Sansa Clip? stacked up in magazines Banana clip, said it before, you didn't hear So I did that again Smoke weed, no aspirin It's me, Kool A.D., I'm back again