Kool-Aid Lyrics
| Song | Kool-Aid |
| Artist | Ry Cooder |
| Album | Election Special |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| The Roots - Kool On(feat. Greg Porn & Truck) | |
| Come get your kool on | |
| Stars are made to shine | |
| Stars are made to shine | |
| I’m in the double G, three-piece tux | |
| Screaming dressed to kill | |
| Hope somebody call my bluff | |
| It’s a full house sipping on a royal flush | |
| Two queens is on my cuffs | |
| Good times is in the cards | |
| Living on borrowed time | |
| I’m paying the extra charge | |
| To feel like something small is worth a hundred large | |
| Swag is on retard, charm is on massage | |
| Wit is on guard, I challenge you to a duel | |
| Who needs a chain when every thought's a jewel | |
| God bless the weirdo when everyone’s a fool | |
| F*ck a genie and three wishes | |
| I just want a bottle, a place to write my novel | |
| I am like heroin to those that hear a rhyme and think | |
| How do you find this upper echelon this time | |
| Let’s toast to better days, a beautiful mind, | |
| and a flow that never age | |
| Come get your kool on | |
| Stars are made to shine | |
| Stars are made to shine | |
| Yo, I’m never sleeping like I’m on meth-amphtamines | |
| Move like my enemy ten steps ahead of me | |
| Say my reputation precedes me like a pedigree | |
| Gentlemanly gangsta steez beyond the seventies | |
| Holdin fast money without running out of patience | |
| Move in silence without running up in places | |
| Cake by the layers, rich but never famous | |
| Hustle anonymous still remain nameless | |
| In hindsight gold come in bars like a klondike | |
| The minute before the storm hit is what I’m calm like | |
| Suited and booted for a shooting like it’s prom night | |
| It’s suicide right pursuers tried like | |
| To no avail and a hero’s what they died like | |
| I’ve got em waiting on the news like I’m Cronkite | |
| Not in the lime light or needed for the crime right | |
| No boasts, just bodied, chalked close to the line tight | |
| Come get your kool on | |
| Stars are made to shine | |
| Stars are made to shine | |
| Yeah outside where the killers and the dealers swarm | |
| And inside they dressed up like it’s a telethon | |
| Black tie affair but they holding heavy arms | |
| Straight cash with a stash in the cummerbund | |
| More Bacardi and the bouncers of the party hum | |
| Riots erupting around and still we party on | |
| Made the quantum leap to a king from a pawn | |
| But it was destined the conclusion was foregone | |
| Serenade of the former slave promenade | |
| Cause them long days in the sun | |
| Have now become shade | |
| So we doing high speeds in a narrow lane | |
| Say cheese, free falling from the aeroplane | |
| Another feather in the cap for all the years | |
| That we spent in luxuries lap without looking back | |
| Cause memories could sting like hornet | |
| Damn it felt good to see people up on it | |
| Come get your kool on | |
| Stars are made to shine | |
| Stars are made to shine |
| The Roots Kool On feat. Greg Porn Truck | |
| Come get your kool on | |
| Stars are made to shine | |
| Stars are made to shine | |
| I' m in the double G, threepiece tux | |
| Screaming dressed to kill | |
| Hope somebody call my bluff | |
| It' s a full house sipping on a royal flush | |
| Two queens is on my cuffs | |
| Good times is in the cards | |
| Living on borrowed time | |
| I' m paying the extra charge | |
| To feel like something small is worth a hundred large | |
| Swag is on retard, charm is on massage | |
| Wit is on guard, I challenge you to a duel | |
| Who needs a chain when every thought' s a jewel | |
| God bless the weirdo when everyone' s a fool | |
| F ck a genie and three wishes | |
| I just want a bottle, a place to write my novel | |
| I am like heroin to those that hear a rhyme and think | |
| How do you find this upper echelon this time | |
| Let' s toast to better days, a beautiful mind, | |
| and a flow that never age | |
| Come get your kool on | |
| Stars are made to shine | |
| Stars are made to shine | |
| Yo, I' m never sleeping like I' m on methamphtamines | |
| Move like my enemy ten steps ahead of me | |
| Say my reputation precedes me like a pedigree | |
| Gentlemanly gangsta steez beyond the seventies | |
| Holdin fast money without running out of patience | |
| Move in silence without running up in places | |
| Cake by the layers, rich but never famous | |
| Hustle anonymous still remain nameless | |
| In hindsight gold come in bars like a klondike | |
| The minute before the storm hit is what I' m calm like | |
| Suited and booted for a shooting like it' s prom night | |
| It' s suicide right pursuers tried like | |
| To no avail and a hero' s what they died like | |
| I' ve got em waiting on the news like I' m Cronkite | |
| Not in the lime light or needed for the crime right | |
| No boasts, just bodied, chalked close to the line tight | |
| Come get your kool on | |
| Stars are made to shine | |
| Stars are made to shine | |
| Yeah outside where the killers and the dealers swarm | |
| And inside they dressed up like it' s a telethon | |
| Black tie affair but they holding heavy arms | |
| Straight cash with a stash in the cummerbund | |
| More Bacardi and the bouncers of the party hum | |
| Riots erupting around and still we party on | |
| Made the quantum leap to a king from a pawn | |
| But it was destined the conclusion was foregone | |
| Serenade of the former slave promenade | |
| Cause them long days in the sun | |
| Have now become shade | |
| So we doing high speeds in a narrow lane | |
| Say cheese, free falling from the aeroplane | |
| Another feather in the cap for all the years | |
| That we spent in luxuries lap without looking back | |
| Cause memories could sting like hornet | |
| Damn it felt good to see people up on it | |
| Come get your kool on | |
| Stars are made to shine | |
| Stars are made to shine |
| The Roots Kool On feat. Greg Porn Truck | |
| Come get your kool on | |
| Stars are made to shine | |
| Stars are made to shine | |
| I' m in the double G, threepiece tux | |
| Screaming dressed to kill | |
| Hope somebody call my bluff | |
| It' s a full house sipping on a royal flush | |
| Two queens is on my cuffs | |
| Good times is in the cards | |
| Living on borrowed time | |
| I' m paying the extra charge | |
| To feel like something small is worth a hundred large | |
| Swag is on retard, charm is on massage | |
| Wit is on guard, I challenge you to a duel | |
| Who needs a chain when every thought' s a jewel | |
| God bless the weirdo when everyone' s a fool | |
| F ck a genie and three wishes | |
| I just want a bottle, a place to write my novel | |
| I am like heroin to those that hear a rhyme and think | |
| How do you find this upper echelon this time | |
| Let' s toast to better days, a beautiful mind, | |
| and a flow that never age | |
| Come get your kool on | |
| Stars are made to shine | |
| Stars are made to shine | |
| Yo, I' m never sleeping like I' m on methamphtamines | |
| Move like my enemy ten steps ahead of me | |
| Say my reputation precedes me like a pedigree | |
| Gentlemanly gangsta steez beyond the seventies | |
| Holdin fast money without running out of patience | |
| Move in silence without running up in places | |
| Cake by the layers, rich but never famous | |
| Hustle anonymous still remain nameless | |
| In hindsight gold come in bars like a klondike | |
| The minute before the storm hit is what I' m calm like | |
| Suited and booted for a shooting like it' s prom night | |
| It' s suicide right pursuers tried like | |
| To no avail and a hero' s what they died like | |
| I' ve got em waiting on the news like I' m Cronkite | |
| Not in the lime light or needed for the crime right | |
| No boasts, just bodied, chalked close to the line tight | |
| Come get your kool on | |
| Stars are made to shine | |
| Stars are made to shine | |
| Yeah outside where the killers and the dealers swarm | |
| And inside they dressed up like it' s a telethon | |
| Black tie affair but they holding heavy arms | |
| Straight cash with a stash in the cummerbund | |
| More Bacardi and the bouncers of the party hum | |
| Riots erupting around and still we party on | |
| Made the quantum leap to a king from a pawn | |
| But it was destined the conclusion was foregone | |
| Serenade of the former slave promenade | |
| Cause them long days in the sun | |
| Have now become shade | |
| So we doing high speeds in a narrow lane | |
| Say cheese, free falling from the aeroplane | |
| Another feather in the cap for all the years | |
| That we spent in luxuries lap without looking back | |
| Cause memories could sting like hornet | |
| Damn it felt good to see people up on it | |
| Come get your kool on | |
| Stars are made to shine | |
| Stars are made to shine |
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