Phat Kat, eLZhi - Cold Steel lyrics
[Phat Kat, eLZhi - Cold Steel lyrics]
Ronnie Cash carte Blanche
I told y'all it don't stop for real
Show you how I get down for real
It's what you niggas a get
I told you every time I spit
I'm on some classic shit
Ronnie Cash and J Dilla on some massive shit
Why y'all niggas still fakin'
On that plastic shit
We in the lab, concocting bombs
Straight blastin' shit
When my red range changing lanes
Pass that shit chicks at the lights
Gotta 'em flashin' ass and tit's
Called my wolves
Niggas quick to have they asses bit
You know it's on when they pull
Up in them classic whips
Jumpin out with long barrels
With expansion clips
Now you silly niggas really know
It's time to dip treat you like a broad
Make you niggas dance and strip
You rappers need a style
I'm here to give you fashion tips
I'm in Belize having breakfast
With the baddest bitch
Go ahead, smoke the fattest blunt
I'm blowin' lavish spliffs
Ronnie Cash, bitch
It don't get no liver than this
Carte Blanche
Waiting on your little guest list yes this
From cowboys to indians, cops and robbers
Bloods and crips, Bush and Saddam imposters
Slugs from clips, trippy to the fuckin' tips
Thugs and pimps
Man they moving their drugs for chips
They dug a ditch for little Leroy
He was only three
Cannon blown out stuffed animals on a tree
Froze to a stray bullet
Though it beared no name
When it whistled through the
Air prepare for aim
What could make a man cock and squeeze
On a block with ease
Pop through trees and knock the leaves
Somebody's shot can't possibly breathe
Possibly be, reach in your pocket for keys
Probably be between robbery, gangs
And dope fiends for the coke dreams and get
High from the vains
You got hitmen that's high
As slain individuals
Now they live below the flowers in spring
Hear them lead showers that
Pring from under vehicles
You can read a few new leads into
About the people who was killed
I'm sure when they planned before it
Somebody died the same way
Yesterday and before it
You can high and fade away, pick up the plan
Ignore it
You phony rappers had your turn
Now it's time to go
I'm here to bring you live
Shows with legitimate flows
You still be rolling 50 deep
Sweet as Cinnamon rolls black ten and a roll
Ronnie Cash, stay on the low
Gettin that dough
I'm in that, nigga, watch my growth
I'm masterminding enterprising all
Types of shit
But, if I recite, ask that papi write my shit
They download me on the mp3
They bite my shit
While I sit back, roll my 3's
Relight my spliff
Spit your crystal flows, don't bitch
I'm here with your main girl
You still wifin' that chick?
Right before I blow my load I
Put it right on her lips
I compliment your taste, dawg
She's got some marvelous tit's
She comin' home, kissin' you
Now that's some trifling shit
The type of shit that makes you
Wanna do some stiflin' shit
Like put your hands around your chick
Neck then tighten the grip
You couldn't keep your cool
But you couldn't follow the flip
You used to be a boss
Now I just bought Kool-Aid on ya lips
I told y'all it don't stop for real
Show you how I get down for real
It's what you niggas a get
I told you every time I spit
I'm on some classic shit
Ronnie Cash and J Dilla on some massive shit
Why y'all niggas still fakin'
On that plastic shit
We in the lab, concocting bombs
Straight blastin' shit
When my red range changing lanes
Pass that shit chicks at the lights
Gotta 'em flashin' ass and tit's
Called my wolves
Niggas quick to have they asses bit
You know it's on when they pull
Up in them classic whips
Jumpin out with long barrels
With expansion clips
Now you silly niggas really know
It's time to dip treat you like a broad
Make you niggas dance and strip
You rappers need a style
I'm here to give you fashion tips
I'm in Belize having breakfast
With the baddest bitch
Go ahead, smoke the fattest blunt
I'm blowin' lavish spliffs
Ronnie Cash, bitch
It don't get no liver than this
Carte Blanche
Waiting on your little guest list yes this
From cowboys to indians, cops and robbers
Bloods and crips, Bush and Saddam imposters
Slugs from clips, trippy to the fuckin' tips
Thugs and pimps
Man they moving their drugs for chips
They dug a ditch for little Leroy
He was only three
Cannon blown out stuffed animals on a tree
Froze to a stray bullet
Though it beared no name
When it whistled through the
Air prepare for aim
What could make a man cock and squeeze
On a block with ease
Pop through trees and knock the leaves
Somebody's shot can't possibly breathe
Possibly be, reach in your pocket for keys
Probably be between robbery, gangs
And dope fiends for the coke dreams and get
High from the vains
You got hitmen that's high
As slain individuals
Now they live below the flowers in spring
Hear them lead showers that
Pring from under vehicles
You can read a few new leads into
About the people who was killed
I'm sure when they planned before it
Somebody died the same way
Yesterday and before it
You can high and fade away, pick up the plan
Ignore it
You phony rappers had your turn
Now it's time to go
I'm here to bring you live
Shows with legitimate flows
You still be rolling 50 deep
Sweet as Cinnamon rolls black ten and a roll
Ronnie Cash, stay on the low
Gettin that dough
I'm in that, nigga, watch my growth
I'm masterminding enterprising all
Types of shit
But, if I recite, ask that papi write my shit
They download me on the mp3
They bite my shit
While I sit back, roll my 3's
Relight my spliff
Spit your crystal flows, don't bitch
I'm here with your main girl
You still wifin' that chick?
Right before I blow my load I
Put it right on her lips
I compliment your taste, dawg
She's got some marvelous tit's
She comin' home, kissin' you
Now that's some trifling shit
The type of shit that makes you
Wanna do some stiflin' shit
Like put your hands around your chick
Neck then tighten the grip
You couldn't keep your cool
But you couldn't follow the flip
You used to be a boss
Now I just bought Kool-Aid on ya lips