't care if you go out with Stacey Dash Rentin' cars, you tryin' to copy Nas Sound like A.G., you ain't my man from Cold Crush Kay Gee Don't try to play
's time to hurt your feelings as I upset music industry fans Hey yo my man, look at my hands, they look human, right? You think I'm a monster, ill circus clown
to shut this mothafucka down Now if the bitches try to clown Shut 'em down And if they step on your toes Shut 'em down Now if them bitches try to clown
old gold, rockin that old gold We in rose gold, at the Rose Bowl Send you a bowl of roses, we dun sold souls Slow toes, im so cold, my dough folds Killa
[Turk] Everyday, all day all we do is get our grind on From sun up to sun down get our grind on Tryna bust it wide open and build up my clank Send a hit
amigo That's Spanish terminology for friend Now sit back and rub my bozack as I send Bass funk with beats that thump Kickers and amps cold lined up in
't speak, well I ain't losin' no sleep See me on the cover of your Double X-L Takin' a holiday at the hotel Fans keep sending me back the fan mail Heavyweights
Chorus: Elton My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I.. got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window.. and I can't see at all And even if
I got a vice grip on the mic, spittin' my shit My balls and arrogance alone be the cause of these hits Easily split ya wig, with the flick of a wrist Send
Here we go I'm not sure but I've been told The winds of change blow hot and cold I've had my share of ups and downs You would just send in the clowns
wife was dying of cold and he was penniless. Maybe in the morning, as the politician sipped breakfast tea, She lay cold and dead before the empty grate
thuged Leave him shriveled like a raisin' with no hesitation To late for the conversation, time wastin' Send them to their final destination Don't give a fuck Let the middle finger, linger, to them rat clowns
real or I'll leave your grill scarred like Seal 'Cause I regulate the sectin' where the drinks is gettin' blended Certified bartender so catch the 40 when I send
guess Just being sincere, I ain?t talking pioneer?s When I tell dudes I don?t think the Dougie?s fresh Used to roll through the trenches, slept on cold
Ma-ah-an, it ain't easy They got me goin cold-hearted Probation, violation, incarceration Frustration, you know Fuck that, nigga damn near bouts to start
drinkin' old gold, rockin that old gold We in rose gold, at the Rose Bowl Send you a bowl of roses, we dun sold souls Slow toes, im so cold, my dough
[Turk] Everyday, all day all we do is get our grind on From sun up to sun down get our grind on Tryna bust it wide open and build up my clank Send a
like a blunt I'm genuine like gucci, raw like sushi To stage a rage is what rap did to me To make me want to create, chaos and mayhem Cold rock a party