[Chorus: Rosco P. Coldchain] + (Pharrell)
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Hey 'Rell this beat is.. (HOT!.. HOT!)
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You know I keep a chrome, under seats and in the home
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Without speaking you'll give me your chain
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I'm Da Vinci, don't make me draw ya pain
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They call me 'Sco, short for Rosco P. Coldchain
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Hey 'Rell this beat is.. (HOT!)
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[Verse 1: Pusha T]
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It go hot waist - Desert taste
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Four pounds of metal, triangle face
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Hesi-tate - never, I'll put hole in whoever
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Don't make Push' Russian Roulette ya
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Gamble wit ya life
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Change came from cocaine I've measured
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White was the treasure, comfort was the steel
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I pedal to the corner like a child on a big wheel
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Flow more sicker, so much shake in the street
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They measure my weight in Richter
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Make no mistake, I rhyme for the public
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But still I push weight that make the ghetto's quake
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By all means I've seen I've lived
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By 22 years old, 50 thousand dollar vehicles I rimmed
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{*scratches*} My dreams start over the stove
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I ran over the globe and back again
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2: Rosco P. Coldchain]
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Y'all niggas really ain't got a pot to piss in
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Or a window to throw it out of
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I'm filthy but you better believe I got over a stack in my pocket though
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Iceberg on the seams of jeans? no!
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I'm a Dickies and Timbs man, I'm not no Benz man
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Delta '88 on rims man, wit mirror tint
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And four of my most militant men whose trying to stay sucka free
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That's why they hang around me, cause I ain't print
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Left em for diamonds and pearls, I'm not no bitch
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I choose a mack before that attached 100 shot clip
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I scare the shit outta bank tellers so I can become rich
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That's how I make my living, I give em encouragement, "you're doing great!"
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Keep chillin while I'm flashing the glock in their face
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I show em I can be appreciative, I tell em thanks for giving I'm sinning!
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But the Lord knows I have three children
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Now I'm somewhere in +Utah+ relaxing to +Jazz+ with a broad
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Quarter mill in a stash, avoiding the law from far!
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3: Boobonic]
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I'm starting wit the man in the mirror
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Mask need to make that change
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That real doe, that point something paper
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Like a 4.6 on a Range, new shit {*scratches*}
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Look 'Bonic really been through shit
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Pay close attention when Boo' spit
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Uh, lack 'a that'll get you hit
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And don't care who you'll come back through with, been around
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Nigga front like he want his car spun around
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Window drop block pop spin around
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Niggaz stand up looking for 'em sit em down
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And ya see em laid out
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That's why when I was young I stayed out
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And plus being pussy ya niggaz is played out
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I made means to get that cream
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We all playas all they say is how you get that team
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[Chorus]
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Hot (Rosco P. Coldchain ft. Pusha-T & Boo-Bonic)
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| The Neptunes Present Clones |
