King Dro - Cold On' Em (feat. Street Scott)
Smokin' weed wit my bad bitch my red cup, filled up
Enjoying all of my habits it's goin' down, my swag up
No sense of touch when they hear you whateva we say, they feel us
They know me... I rage... in the club acting like a savage
There's a lane for all of you lames. Tell dem boys don't switch over
Go and grab a 1Up. Get a life dawg, cuz your game is over
I been the best for a minute... I'm the man of the hour
You at the starting line when I finish... Somebody throw him a towel
A lot of niggaz talkin' down on me. Can't hear you hoes wit this crown on me
I'm everywhere, you never there. On my Pac shit, I get around homie
You the London bridge? I'll watch you fall. They too square to say they ball
Dro been my nigga since day one. Talk about him and I'll kill you all
I rep T.A.G., M.L.C. until they burry me
F and S until I'm dead and gone. Rep my hood cuz I Been a...G
Huh, master chef cooking hard while I'm killing beats (Woop)
I stay turned up wit my two middle fingers to my enemies
Swag
Roll one up
Smoke somethin' wit my niggaz
I got the speakers on loud
I get turned up for my niggaz
I heard I'm hot
Cuz I'm too cold on em
They say I'm hot
Cuz I'm, cuz I'm too cold on em
I heard I'm hot
Cuz I'm, cuz I'm too cold on em
They say I'm hot
Cuz I'm too cold on em
Layin' back wit these paper planes I'm choppin' trees you chasin' dames
I'm ridin' tho, you driving slow. Can't change these lames, I'm changing lanes
These niggaz just oughta be ashamed. They floss and shit, I keep it plain
Sports Center. You peep the game. I'm a boss and bitch T.A.'s the Gang
And I'm back for the doe bro. That's what I go for. You act like you don't know
I mean I'm hot but they not and it's kinda ironic to me that I'm so cold
And really man it seems that you heard of my team tho. Fuck rap
You don't even know Dro
Nah hoe. Got a plan on my hand, no i'm not at the top but it seems like i'm so close
I'm like a phenomenon wit these two L's and this cool J, we win
You see what I'm bombing on? I'm the comma don. I do well. I move in
In this marathon I rest on em. I'm living life, no stress on em
You can see I'm blessed. Don't need to rest. They yelling swag when I flex on em
I smoke that la. Roll it up. Keep that vodka in my cup
Blow it up. Turn Turn it up. Only loud you know what's up
Every body wanna ball. I don't. I don't brag at all
Fuck what they think. They say things, but won't spray paint to tag a wall
Roll one up
Smoke somethin' wit my niggaz
I got the speakers on loud
I get turned up for my niggaz
I heard I'm hot
Cuz I'm too cold on em
They say I'm hot
Cuz I'm, cuz I'm too cold on em
I heard I'm hot
Cuz I'm, cuz I'm too cold on em
They say I'm hot
Cuz I'm too cold on em
Written by:
David Dorsey, Love Nova, Todd Scott
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