the niggaz that was poppin' before started to rock it We got this, now try to stop it if ya ain't hoes Wouldn't ya know, this the coldest flow And have
kept flippin' Now see y'know your nigga don't sleep Homey' enough and see Well, hand your nigga some heat So I can feel warm in these cold ass L.A.
curious Good times disappear quickly back into a mist Shooter hardly ever miss, that means I'm accurate Crack the pitch man, pretty soon Ima have to switch
on top of this properly I know they watchin me, if not they probably waitin for a downfall Scheming on my property, we got the remedy Let em get a little cold
huh better make a finger run screamin fuck the law Game- The phantom cant hold me so I win ball a spider nigga i switch beats like a fucking rough rider
wood suit on with the hanky I got rich from the zones of the stanky so everybody know my money long, lanky! so I'm flexible stretching out my decimel's switching
see Was once confused by these haters, now I see I'm in the house, about six, twist the lit I park my V Hic, feedin' my bitch They wonder if I switched
in the basement ready for cold war, but I remain pateint my sustained, station, name takin' for my rocks steady, feel ya fuckin' brain shakin' makin' a switch
on you 'Cause I want you close, need you the most Without you I'm just through So I've overdosed, overdosed, overdosed on you Rushing me, switching
boy brings you coffee There are letters from every shore There are flowers of the season Heels are capsized by the door You're well protected Cold as
and roam on my own Gotta move on, I can't stay at home 'Cause I know what's there is all the same Crack, cocaine and ghetto fame Cold hard cash and a
wealth that is breathless No one's frightened anymore And we couldn't care If we die out here, die out here And we couldn't care If they flick the switch
Lakers, The Broncos, the orange and blue I like 'em floppy with ankle socks, lows, mids, and high tops With the clear sole, but it's tims and fat laces when it is cold
your flare Since the dark side tears you into Hollywood squares 6 million ways to die, so I chose Made it 6 million and 1 with your eyes closed The blindfold, cold
in the morgue Twenty-two million, sold let's keep it real Most y'all killers ain't even twenty-two years old Ain't never felt the cold wet behind the
orange in blue (Big boy) I like em floppy with ankle socks lows mids and high tops, (big boy) With the clear sole, But this tims and fat laces with it is cold