Little Brother, Chaundon - So Cold lyrics
[Little Brother, Chaundon - So Cold lyrics]
Sliding through the city, caught shining
Music real loud seat way back
Laid back with the windows rolled down
Ohhh, everybody's talking
Eyes on me, they can't stop watching
I'm so cold, I'm so co oh-old
I feel tremendous, splendid even
You can put it in the air
Homey I ain't leaving
Didn't major run but them hoes were teasing
So I'm back to doing me, yo finally breathing
Shooting out loads while you
Niggas are skeeting had a moment of clarity
While you still geeking
Kicked down the door
Ain't no need to peek in
I'm a bold muh'fucker, got both of my feet in
People got a pension for seeding
Just make sure I'm slided at the
Top when the brackets is out
Cause Poobie make tears appear from the fear
I steer in my peers when they hear me shout
I'm a man, never see me pout
Eighty-eight never see my route
Till I scored again
Most niggas live life in a fantasy world
Deep rooted in reality
No time to pretend nigga!
We love to party, love to ball we
Love to floss with no shame
We act a fool, we rock the jewels
Got people calling our names
So plain to see, I can't believe
You ever thought that I'd change
(let 'em know how I'm living)
So cold, bout twenty below
So cold, bout twenty below heeey
Yo, I promise you don't want
No part of this mayne
You a slave, still a part of the chain
And Phonte is a part of the change
And to my whores galore
I thank you for your support
Like Bartles & Jaymes i go past the pulpit
And triple 5 past your bullshit
Just to get to the heart of it and
I get deep in your cartilage
All y'all singing my ball swinging like
Christmas ornaments mayne
I'mma keep on keep on at the dime of a drop
And your time on the top
But he won't be long
When I spit that hardness niggas all testify
That Phonte's a rhyme phe no-me non
I hail from the city of the martyrs
Greensboro, spit thoro for the
Robbers and the bloggers
And even for the fathers
Listening with their kids
Like "'Te and Chaundon, hot damn
They got a problem", for real!
Uh Chaundilla, none iller than I
Am the Replacement Killer
My nigga who gon' try?
So cold, you should all come thank me
If the flow was in rock form I
Could probably sell it to Franky
Uh, "inhale" you can all breathe easy
Bring it to your chest
Now you all +Lil Weezy+ (yeaah)
I'm so naughty, surrounded by fake tit's
It's like I'm at a Tupperware party
Harldy the PC type, all of my pink toe
Meda meda hoes, yeah we fucking tonight
Yeah I act a fool but this
Is still the curriculum flow
To take you wack niggas back to school
If you ain't pay your dues I'm
Coming through with the invisible bully
You Arnold Jackson niggas scared
Of "The Gooch" really scared of the truth
They came prepared with a noose
They'd rather kill themselves
Than be compared to me in the booth
Music real loud seat way back
Laid back with the windows rolled down
Ohhh, everybody's talking
Eyes on me, they can't stop watching
I'm so cold, I'm so co oh-old
I feel tremendous, splendid even
You can put it in the air
Homey I ain't leaving
Didn't major run but them hoes were teasing
So I'm back to doing me, yo finally breathing
Shooting out loads while you
Niggas are skeeting had a moment of clarity
While you still geeking
Kicked down the door
Ain't no need to peek in
I'm a bold muh'fucker, got both of my feet in
People got a pension for seeding
Just make sure I'm slided at the
Top when the brackets is out
Cause Poobie make tears appear from the fear
I steer in my peers when they hear me shout
I'm a man, never see me pout
Eighty-eight never see my route
Till I scored again
Most niggas live life in a fantasy world
Deep rooted in reality
No time to pretend nigga!
We love to party, love to ball we
Love to floss with no shame
We act a fool, we rock the jewels
Got people calling our names
So plain to see, I can't believe
You ever thought that I'd change
(let 'em know how I'm living)
So cold, bout twenty below
So cold, bout twenty below heeey
Yo, I promise you don't want
No part of this mayne
You a slave, still a part of the chain
And Phonte is a part of the change
And to my whores galore
I thank you for your support
Like Bartles & Jaymes i go past the pulpit
And triple 5 past your bullshit
Just to get to the heart of it and
I get deep in your cartilage
All y'all singing my ball swinging like
Christmas ornaments mayne
I'mma keep on keep on at the dime of a drop
And your time on the top
But he won't be long
When I spit that hardness niggas all testify
That Phonte's a rhyme phe no-me non
I hail from the city of the martyrs
Greensboro, spit thoro for the
Robbers and the bloggers
And even for the fathers
Listening with their kids
Like "'Te and Chaundon, hot damn
They got a problem", for real!
Uh Chaundilla, none iller than I
Am the Replacement Killer
My nigga who gon' try?
So cold, you should all come thank me
If the flow was in rock form I
Could probably sell it to Franky
Uh, "inhale" you can all breathe easy
Bring it to your chest
Now you all +Lil Weezy+ (yeaah)
I'm so naughty, surrounded by fake tit's
It's like I'm at a Tupperware party
Harldy the PC type, all of my pink toe
Meda meda hoes, yeah we fucking tonight
Yeah I act a fool but this
Is still the curriculum flow
To take you wack niggas back to school
If you ain't pay your dues I'm
Coming through with the invisible bully
You Arnold Jackson niggas scared
Of "The Gooch" really scared of the truth
They came prepared with a noose
They'd rather kill themselves
Than be compared to me in the booth