Lyrics

"Cold Piece"

Who keeps tha beats bangin harder than a block picnic? Knock Knock who is it? Come to pay a lil visit, I'm not no jahovas witness its just me at tha front door, you know, that fool who dippin in a lo lo in slow mo, fa sho though, and oh no you need to take a photo to freeze me it aint easy please believe me I don't slow roll, no more mr. nice guy, I was born in tha home of tha drive by and you need to find you a shelter home if pressure busts a pipeline, and about now is tha right time for yall to be recognizin, comin up out tha highlands and it aint no need for me to be disguisin and im risin above tha horizon off about a quarter sack of that thai and i aint playin about my paper fool you best to be do or die cuz its azylum 4 life! you aint never seen a cracka so tryfe, if need be i can keep a fiend up all night packin his pipe, but im'a turn back to the mic, i aint finna live a hazardous life if i aint gotta id rather hit tha block bouncin an impala, come on

Chorus: I'm searchin through tha OKC, to find out who gon' hold it down like me? Aint nobody got a flow like me, so let go my cheese, I'm gettin my paper while I roam my streets, I'm a cold piece

It's mista c-y-c-o G-O-Dub, and fuck my critics i dont need no love, fool im tighter than the glove in the O.J case and off that hydro i gets higher than your air force base and im a basketcase with a plan to waste about a fifth of hennessy so i aint standin straight and with my hand i take my nine up off my lap, cock it back, bout to handle a mishap, these suckas with that riff raff but that chit chat dont mean shit jack so get back 'fore you get clapped, all that hatin that you poppin off at the lip yall need to zip that so we can sit back in a pimped lac while we sip yac, remeniscin about my homie before he took a peelt cap, see i aint got no problem, lettin off all my steam cuz if this mic dont work my homie'll help me work a triple beam so i, plot and i scheme steady chasin america's dream, out for my cash rules everything around a mothafucka cream

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You know who rollin through tha city with uh, that bloodshot glare G'd up, from tha feet to the hair makin mothafuckas always stop and stare, but i dont care, glide by with tha houseshoes slidin or we ridin through tha highlands with the trunk on bump straight vibin finna get it crunk dont fuck with azylum, if you wanna jump fool then get airborne, but better respect that we veterans, if you didnt expect you now been fair warned, from thereon, we creepin up on a game of them bones, i got that dojah its on, it feels so good to be home, in tha land where tha gangsta's roam, takin tha throne in this hip hop shit, cuz im from a place where they click clack pop to clock that grip, so talk that shit, and im'a let you know from the jump we dont roll with no punks, better roll with a pump if you don't wanna get smoked and dumped off in a river cuz we kickin up dust, what's up!

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