Hot corn cold corn bring along the demijohn Hot corn cold corn bring along the demijohn Hot corn cold corn bring along the demijohn Fare thee
Translation: Flatt and Scruggs. Hot Corn, Cold Corn.
who it is, nigga! {Whoooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! } PLK! '09 is MINE, nigga! Y'all betta not get in my muhfuckin' way! {"COLD CORNER
's increase the gritty! [Outro:] Yeah! {"COLD CORNER"! } I know 'bout you man... My corner! Yeah! {CAN'T FORGET... B. Y.! } Same shit rumor... 2 G's
corner cold! - My corner cold! (uh!) My corner cold! [gun cocks] I'll make it warmer! (uh!) My corner cold! (yeah!) - My corner cold! (yeah!) {Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo} My corner cold
nobody gon' help! {BRING IT BACK! } Ain't no... [Chorus:] It's everbody for theyself! (blat-blat! blat-blat-blat!) Ain't nobody seen nothin'! {"COLD CORNER
[Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}] Yeah! Thi-thi- this is that G-shit! {"COLD CORNER"! } Not-not that R'n'B shit! {THE MIXTAPE! } [scratches] [Intro:] Yeah! Thi
38 more, I'm a professional! (ugh!) It's "F you"! - Cause these niggas hatin' with no motive (yeah!) Wonder why they get no love and cold shoulders. (
they back on the click - we all we got now. (we all we got!) My dedication solid as a rock now Everybody standin' on top, gettin' knocked down. {"COLD CORNER
THEY CAN'T STOP IT! } I don't wanna the reason why... you dooooon't loooove me. {"SHADYVILLE.BIZ"! } I don't wanna the reason why... {"COLD CORMER"! }
YEAH, shouts to the thats real, shouts to the ones that aint, stabs for the ones who tell, dictate the next mans fait as longas my legs stand straight
push! - I woulda sold more! (more!) It's just me against the planet in this cold cold war Out the store 4-4 nigga, how bout yours? ! (yours? !) You are
with the beat of Ludacris, NaS & Jay-Z's: "I Do It For Hip-Hop"] [Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}] This is for my nigga, man. My niggas stay on "The Cold Corner
set. Here I come, Take the world by storm. Grab life by the horns, While I'm still young. And If you wanna act old, If you wanna be cold. Hmmm, I guess
sheriff if he can get these fuckin' charges back Eleven months, still gotta thank God for that Regardless, Big Bang can't fold it up Ain't another nigga flowin' who as cold
So they don't know the feelin' when them things get across Put ya hand out the window, feel the force Feel the Porsche, hit the frost Ice cold, jewels
gimme four Uh, good God Don't play so much, uh Don't be so mean Like about that cold sweat You came out, look here Red, man, what kind of horn you play
for you and yours (Yo, yo I-I think I wanna taste these horns I want you to taste these horns, c'mon now) C, the cold-blooded (uh) cold-blooded (yeah)
