J-Dawg - Cold Blooded lyrics

Nobody wanna fuck with a ghetto bastard
Except for the pastor
With a long criminal record of
Harassment on lil' girls
In the real World is where he takes 'em
And in the name of God, rapes 'em
And lies to 'em sayin' that if
They tell somebody God'll hate 'em
Take 'em to the basement placin' scars
On these kids for life
Droppin' 'em off and off to his house
On to his kids and wife
In the middle of the night
Somethin' just ain't feelin' right
So he go to the church
In front the church you see with a pen
And pictures just a hoe and a purse
He spoke first, she opened up her purse and
Bucked him in his chest
Put him to rest for puttin' his
Hands up under her daughter's dress
A quarter best, she goin' to
Jail for first degree, murder
He goin' to Hell that's on the
Real cuz he deserves to
Look, that's word to the man he has to
Answer to for the shit he did
In three years
He done molested over sixteen kids
Now she did what she was supposed to do
Black woman doin' time for the crime of
Mindin' our young ones now ain't that cold?

It's so cold, cold blooded
It's so cold, cooooooold cold blooded
Cold blooded cold blooded

Belinda seventeen
Fuckin' with this nigga say he love her
Kinda lame to the game
Now they up under the cover
Did his thing and then jetted
Promised to call when he got home
(What time?) Must have never made it
Cuz he never rang the phone
Another case of niggas fuckin'
Over young girls, but wait
Belinda feelin' funny plus his
Period was late her breasts gettin' bigger
Nigga claimin' he ain't the father
It's hard head and tellin'
Moms is even harder
Her juvenile daughter was now
Becomin' a woman
Hard times comin' so away Belinda was runnin'
With no destination she got a
Bus and headed North
With an unborn father and his
Child payin' the cost
Say boss? Now ain't that cold?

He in the pen doin' time while
His girlfriend was havin' his kid
A spittin' image
So he couldn't deny the kid was his
He did five, for two-eleven
Now he back on the streets
Need money? Got a job so his family could eat
No application needed
He was recommended by friends
Let him go soon as they found he
Did some time in the pen now time and again
Payin' for what he did in the past
On the streets, breathin' his lucky charm
Fiendin' for cash took his last check
Bought his family food and then scored
A quarter ounce, but look
That's all the fuck the man could afford
Got the right mentality tryin' to
Provide for his kid
Tryin' to make up for bein' absent
For the first five years
Idea for makin' money wasn't sellin' no crack
The street life
Steady callin' now he can't hold back
He wide open
Others see him so they plottin' a jack
Watch him sell crack
Then they watch him pocket his snaps
Not even knowin' that this nigga
Got a family at home
Them boys caught him, checked his pockets
Then put one in his dome now he gone
Daughter cryin' cuz her Daddy was stole
Bless his soul
Cuz now the back of his head got a hole
Now ain't that cold?