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[Chorus: Rosco P. Coldchain] + (Pharrell)
Hey `Rell this beat is.. (HOT!.. HOT!) You know I keep a chrome, under seats and in the home Without speaking you`ll give me your chain I`m Da Vinci, don`t make me draw ya pain They call me `Sco, short for Rosco P. Coldchain Hey `Rell this beat is.. (HOT!) [Verse 1: Pusha T] It go hot waist - Desert taste Four pounds of metal, triangle face Hesi-tate - never, I`ll put hole in whoever Don`t make Push` Russian Roulette ya Gamble wit ya life Change came from cocaine I`ve measured White was the treasure, comfort was the steel I pedal to the corner like a child on a big wheel Flow more sicker, so much shake in the street They measure my weight in Richter Make no mistake, I rhyme for the public But still I push weight that make the ghetto`s quake By all means I`ve seen I`ve lived By 22 years old, 50 thousand dollar vehicles I rimmed {*scratches*} My dreams start over the stove I ran over the globe and back again [Chorus] [Verse 2: Rosco P. Coldchain] Y`all niggas really ain`t got a pot to piss in Or a window to throw it out of I`m filthy but you better believe I got over a stack in my pocket though Iceberg on the seams of jeans? no! I`m a Dickies and Timbs man, I`m not no Benz man Delta `88 on rims man, wit mirror tint And four of my most militant men whose trying to stay sucka free That`s why they hang around me, cause I ain`t print Left em for diamonds and pearls, I`m not no bitch I choose a mack before that attached 100 shot clip I scare the shit outta bank tellers so I can become rich That`s how I make my living, I give em encouragement, "you`re doing great!" Keep chillin while I`m flashing the glock in their face I show em I can be appreciative, I tell em thanks for giving I`m sinning! But the Lord knows I have three children Now I`m somewhere in +Utah+ relaxing to +Jazz+ with a broad Quarter mill in a stash, avoiding the law from far! [Chorus] [Verse 3: Boobonic] I`m starting wit the man in the mirror Mask need to make that change That real doe, that point something paper Like a 4.6 on a Range, new shit {*scratches*} Look `Bonic really been through shit Pay close attention when Boo` spit Uh, lack `a that`ll get you hit And don`t care who you`ll come back through with, been around Nigga front like he want his car spun around Window drop block pop spin around Niggaz stand up looking for `em sit em down And ya see em laid out That`s why when I was young I stayed out And plus being pussy ya niggaz is played out I made means to get that cream We all playas all they say is how you get that team [Chorus]
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