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My, Coach bad, my coach hood  Cooke do stuff that yo` Coach wish he could   My, my Coach bad: better, better than yours  My, my Coach bad, better, better than yours  [Bulldogs player]  Listen!  I`m sayin` my Coach bad, my Coach hood  Cooke do stuff that yo` Coach wish she could  My Coach bad, better than yours  Cooke do stuff that I can`t even put in words His swagga don`t stop, his body won`t quit  So fool pipe down; you ain`t talkin` `bout sh**  My Coach bad: tell me if you seen him  He always bring the racket like Venus & Serena  All white top, all white belt and all white jeans  Body lookin` like milk  No time for games; his full-grown  My Coach bad; tell your Coach to go home! [Bulldogs player] Now your d*ck might be big but my Coach d*ck is bigger   He can ride a d*ck and handles his liquor  Cooke will knock a b*tch out and fight  Comin` out swingin` like Tiger Woods` wife  Yeah, he can get a lil` hasty  Players better cover up their chests like pasties Cooke has a couple boyfriends and they all a lil` crazy  Comin` down the street like a parade, Macy*s  Coach will fill you up, like balloons!  Test him and guns get drawn like cartoons  Doh, but I ain`t talk `bout Homer  Coach so bad the whole team wanna bone him! [Coach Cooke] Now all these b*tches wanna try and be my besty  But I take a left and leave `em hangin` like a testie  Trash talk to `em, then I put `em in a Hefty!  Runnin` down the field  I`m dunkin` on them - Lisa Leslie  It`s goin` down - basement  Friday the 13th, guess who`s playin` Jason  Tuck yourself in, you better hold on to ya teddy  It`s Nightmare on Elm Street and guess who`s playin` Freddy  Chef cookin` for me  They say my clip board game is crazy  The mental asylum lookin` for me  You a rookie to me  I`m in that wam bam purple underwear`, damn, b*tch, you been a fan!