[Cool Breeze]
Cool Cutter, Cool Cutter he ain't nuttin to me
Cool Cutter.. he ain't dirty fuckin south to me
Cool Cutter...
Cool Cool Cutter ain't nuttin to me
I'll stack me a track on Cool Cutter's ass!
Hell is Cool Cutter! Stack that track!

I know I look good.. cuz I feel real good
And when I'm feelin real good, I wish somebody would
I'm just like that
I'm Cool people I'm telling you, but ain't nobody gon' play me
He run his mouth then reach for somethin, he gon' be laying in gravy
The rap game like the dope game, man I ain't got no friends
When I was lettin 'em go for the low-low, shoulda got you one then
Man playboy life is automatic, lemme discribe this sentence
It'll shoot one at you, another one slide up in it
?Then Jam?, man I'm tellin you, cous' he ain't no pun
Man I got this attitude wrench, man I get it crunk
Describe me in a recipe; hot grease in a pot
One cup Orville Redenbacher, cuz everything gon' POP
Man it's the Dungeon Family boy, run out and go get it
It comes in a real small package, but makes a real big difference
So don't call me Cool Cutta, just call me Mister Bitch
And that's the only thing you call me from now ok, Mister.. bitch!
Ignition Lyrics
Look in the face of frustration Flip of the switch of the faith ignition To bind me up I? beginning to see your filthy hands I? one to admit, I?e taken for granted Taken a leap and re