Lyrics:
soul, I'll swallow yo soul) This underground (I gotta explode, gotta be cold) Nina's bold They couldn't kill me if they sent Dahmer (Why?) Demons they
I’m smoking dope out the O
I’m selling Oz out the bow
I poured a 4 in a 4
Bezzal don’t know what’s a cold
Pimp on yo hoe too easy
Selling this dope too
seat recline
She ain't in my range, so I gotta dog her
Call me rover four leaf clover
I get lucky with yo bitch and then it's over
Cold shoulder
I got
far from the binoculars
So, that smart money finna get that heat out the car
Yo, I'm K-Dot Lamar meets 2Pac Shakur
I got profiled by a few cops, too
by the fame
It's just a product of the work
'Stead I been cooped up in the
Studio and selling outta merch
While I been staking out the game
I know it's
Big ol' trucks, big ol' guns
And you can bet yo' ass we don't run (we don't run!)
I keep an ice cold beer and two bad broads
Now let me tell ya
Born in that’s the mutha fuckin’ difference
Truth be told my mouthpiece too cold
Pimp game strong but I don’t love these hoes
Not ya average
Had to crack
you catch ya throat strep
Soaked in cess, dope, you eat the cold Tec's
Bold flex, W crown, the ice O-X
Up in the oolie, yo, who you know?
John
you catch ya throat strep
Soaked in cess, dope, you eat the cold Tec's
Bold flex, W crown, the ice O-X
Up in the oolie, yo, who you know?
John
In the Middle of some Stick-Stick now Finished at Last
By The Mastermind yo-yo-yo-yo The Mastermind recognize recognize the Mastermind peep game playa
to teach a professor.
Leave you by yourself, no. never.
Nah, not if I know better.
Yea you gotta know better.
Cold world, get no sweater.
Lil' n***a just
Claim they got a little game, it ain't strange
to live tucked away, with no sidewalks, so bitch stay the fuck away
And you can go play, with yo' momma
brand new
But want me to come through
You really been cluing
Me in on who you
Really is is in view
But you blinded by rage
Start acting yo age
Huh
Blinded
a new track o' drums so I can play with
percussion; pumpin it loud when I perform
Yo, you wanna play in my game, put on a uniform
It ain't a rule in
Ah yeah, right about now Compton's in de mothafuckin' house [yeah do it do it]
NWA's in full effect
Hey yo yella boy, kick me that funky-ass beat
Aiyyo dot dot dot who is it the prime wizard
Erykah Badu izm smoker vocal chord woof choker
Now who block is this? (Yo yo yo no no chill chill
me singing oh my god
Love the way yo lips taste baby lollipop
Triple black 95s baby just because
Told my girl bundle up cuz Issa cold world
Fresh fade
live is ill
[Madlib]
Hey yo niggas always talkin' bout there shit is real
"I gotta flex with a Lex in my video"
That's what half of these
Look
If you had
One shot
Or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted
In one moment
Would you capture it
Or just let it slip?
Yo
Look
If you had
One shot
Or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted
In one moment
Would you capture it
Or just let it slip?
Yo
be weary, watch for caution, yo be warned
By Dre and out the project born
Capable in any and every
Cause yo I get heavy, when introduced to a medly
feeling like frozone
Hit from the back she go loco oo
Cream on my dick
Like that shit was some cold stones
Then we play games Code Lyoko
That bitch was
name a nigga cold as me
Real spill Niggas fallin off october leaves Flip it around you know the name lil bitch I go by Cola D
You heard of mixtape weezy
niggas talking bout
Quick to run yo mouth but you don't wanna bring it to the field
Bet the odds on it if you really with it
Nigga let me know the shit is
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