DAVID STEREO NYC - COOL YOUR JETS Lyrics

Cool Cool Cool Cool Cool your jets
Cool Cool Cool Cool Cool your jets
You got that pistol in your hand
You say it makes you feel like a man
Why do you need that piece of steel
To make your life into something real
The hate in you is burning higher
For God's sake before you fire
Cool Cool Cool Cool Cool your jets
Cool Cool Cool Cool Cool your jets
You got that needle in your arm
You tell me it can't do you no harm
You say hey you got to try it
How come the dealers never buy it
I know you come from a real tough section
But before your next injection
Cool Cool Cool Cool Cool your jets
Cool Cool Cool Cool Cool your jets
You're just a pawn in someone's game
They make the moves but you take the blame
They don't care what you say or do
As long as they don't have to see you
You break and enter steal the cash
They blow the money on a birthday bash
Time to get angry break away
Parties over time to call it a day
Cool Cool Cool Cool Cool your jets
No matter how how how how hard it gets
Cool your jets
Cool your jets
Cool your jets
Cool your jets
Cool your jets