[Chorus - Pharrell]
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Cot' damn, it's a new day
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Cot' damn, but the nigga wanted money
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Hoooo, hoooo, hoooo
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Cot' damn
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[Verse 1 - Malice]
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Uh, they just can't understand or phathom my demeanor
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Unapproachable appearance to how I pack the ninas
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Out of two, Clipse they say Malice the meanest
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Got love for guns and caine, let nothin' come between us
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You miss took me for a rapper huh
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Well that makes me an actor, cause I would rather clap a gun
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And buck on them niggas that hate
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Who wanna be in my shoes, live my life, but can't carry my weight
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I understand that the envy is part of the game
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But make no mistake, you and I, we are not the same
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Naw bitch I'm liable to splatter ya shit
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Light up ya world, 'til you start to stagger and shit
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Watch how them hollows straight, ravel ya shit
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And I leave it to y'all, to freestyle and battle and shit
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That's not me, I'm all at home wit the chrome
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Or that play wit the yay, moving 12 for a zone, I'm gone
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[Chorus - Pharrell]
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Cot' damn, it's a new day
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Cot' damn, but the nigga wanted money
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[Verse 2 - Ab-Liva]
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God damn, when that white hits the pen and
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Comes back hard, I can account for every gram and
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The streets molded the man I am
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The pimp, the hustler, the crook, the killer, go-rilla
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Traits of a blow dealer, cost my fame
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I hustle, I'm rich, blow scrilla, I'ma toss that, carry the game
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The flame I throw, crack change came from blow, push the O's
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Six lay close, hug the streets, I hug the beat, change flows
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Thug the streets, my love is deep, my pain shows
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My hearts on a sleeve-a
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Nigga that they gave they soul and hearts to mistreat you
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Nigga told, they breaking my heart on the streets so
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Watch the phonies, watch ya homies
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We pop, pop, drop you homey
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[Chorus - Pharrell]
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Cot' damn, it's a new day
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Cot' damn, but the nigga wanted money
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[Verse 3 - Pusha T and (Pharrell)]
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They call me Pusha for one reason
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Cause I keep that sniff all seasons
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Whether the price is up or down
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I keep a mound to pitch from, you don't have to shop around
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When it come to the money, I get stealth
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Three guns is fortune, and I don't mind sharing wealth
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Dog, I know about my life, I been around the world thrice times
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I mean what I say, from that Panama sun, the French chanzalize
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Grind so deep-rooted, I can't turn away
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The sell base is now, somewhat therapeutic
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Hear what I say, please don't confuse it
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My verses heal, like Curtis Mayfield's music
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(Are you a pusher), damn right, I treat ya nose to hook ya
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And only pull back to cook ya, partner
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[Chorus - Pharrell]
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Cot' damn, it's a new day
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Cot' damn, but the nigga wanted money
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[Verse 4 - Roscoe P. Coldchain]
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I been if I die of starvation, things is fucked up as is
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So I bangs my cab-bage
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Do you not know the most affective way of gettin' money
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Pull yo gun, ra-pid
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Lee watch you see the situation be corrected
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You know happens, why must I be so devilish
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They say whatcha do comes back on you two times
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I shoulda been died, but I'm still walking around wit two nines
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Who wants to be a millionaire, me, and you ain't got no more life lines
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You a snitch nigga fighting crime, go ahead and tell the police
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Cause every move you make
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I'ma throw a slug, and hope you choke blood
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Nigga on every breath you take
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Not to be broke, cause Coldchain fate witness
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Naturally spitting from me, hearing the gat, field to the limit
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Head to the menace, loud niggas talking gibberish
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Ground beef, I deliver it, you cock the mineral shirt, for certain
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Live in the living room, searching to hurting you
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[Chorus - Pharrell]
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Cot' damn, it's a new day
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Cot' damn, but the nigga wanted money
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Hoooo, hoooo, hoooo
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Cot' damn
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[Skit at end of the track begins]
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Cot Damn
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The Clipse |