Rebirth of Slick (Cool Like Dat)

Rebirth of Slick(Cool Like Dat) - The Hit Crew

We like the breeze flow straight out of our lids

Them they got moved by these hard rock Brooklyn kids

Us flow a 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 hip hop kept some drama

When Butterfly rocked his 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 audi

Cause funks made fat from right beneath my hoodie

The puba of the styles like miles and s**t

Like sixties funky worms with waves and perms

Just sending chunky rhythms right down ya block

Cause we be to rap what key be to lock

But

I'm cool like dad I'm cool like dad

I'm cool like dad I'm cool like dad

I'm cool like dad I'm cool like dad

I'm cool like dad I'm cool like dad

We be the chocolates taps on my raps

She innovates at the sweeta cat naps

He at the funk club with the vibrate

Them they be crazy down with the five plate

It can kick a plan then a crowd burst

Me I be digging it with s bump verse

Us we be freaking tail dawn blinks an eye

He gives the strangest smile so I say hi wassup

Who understand yeah understand the plan

Him heard a beat and put it to his hands

What I just flip let borders get loose

How to consume or they'll be just like juice

If it's the hit we'll lift it off the plastic

The babes'll go spastic

Hip hop gains a classic

Pimp playing shock it don't matter I'm fatter

Ax Butta how I zone man Cleopatra Jones

And

I'm chill like dad I'm chill like dad

I'm chill like dad I'm chill like dad

I'm chill like dad I'm chill like dad

I'm chill like dad I'm chill

Blink blink blink blink blink blink blink

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

Me I got crew kids seven and a crescent

She sweats the beat and ask me cause she puffed it

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 non-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 dad I'm peace like dad

I'm peace like dad I'm peace like dad

I'm peace like dad I'm peace like dad

I'm peace like dad I'm peace like dad

Yeah I'm thick like dat

I stack like dat

I'm down like dat

I'm black like dat