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roscoe p. coldchain - whut itz all about lyrics

[intro: scratches by dj premier]
“okay, get ready now. here he comes”
“no doubt, you don’t know what it’s about”
“let me tell you what it’s all about”

[verse 1]
you ain’t never been a hustler or been to jail
you ain’t nothing but a buster and i can tell
by the tone of your voice and that rinky d-nk gold
you’re talking a mile a minute and gangsters talk in code
demented and crazed, the n-gga has issues
pistols get used in case the rent’s past due
you getting paper, well man, i ain’t asked you
and guess what, my block does numbers
to the point, 5-0 set a mobile home on my corner
it’s a mini police station, i work around the situation
i got an appet-te for destruction
sco knows the consequence [?] is full of corruption
what i supposed to stop grinding ’cause it’s hot, that’s the wrong -ssumption
take a block, set up shop, i can’t stop pumping
smokers won’t stop coming
i ain’t buying no food or clothes ’til this block starts jumping

[hook: scratches by dj premier]
“no doubt, you don’t know what it’s about”
“going against the kid”
“coldchain jack”
“yeah”
“that’s how we get down”
“let me tell you what it’s all about”

[verse 2]
n-gga, watch what you say, don’t you hear that echo over the phone
the police is already watching the house
we hustle in the middle of a school zone, how we don’t love the kids?
can i help that at recess they learn how [?] pop up at my dope crib?
coldchain the medicine man, i give ’em a fix
black sedan, grand marquis
same as the cops so they can’t mark me
see i’ve seen people turn soda cans into [?]
and n-ggas hop out of vans with bad intentions
get straight taken away
until this day, i never saw ’em again
like camouflage, i blend in
some say i talk about too much death and gunplay
b-tches suck d-ck for weed and pills
deals gone bad, connects get k!lled

[hook]

[verse 3]
you’re talking too much, it appears you’re light in the -ss and heavy in the mouth
me? write with my cash and kicking it south
my current connect is currently living down in san antonio, texas
forty-five an ounce, 400 a pound
ramon, give me 20 of them things so i can bounce
but if ramon think i’m a dummy like i can’t count
start to act funny about my business, im’ma take him out
i’m in the block vacating
alleviating situations as fast as i can
i’ll send you p-ssies on a permanent vacation
[?] this time of the year
heard it feels like h-ll right now, im’ma send your -ss right down
so you can have a sit-down with satan right now
i have no fears, i embrace death with c-cked 4-pound
to blow his black hood right now
y’all ain’t making no noise, coldchain’s in your corner [?] my drugs of choice
cool, calm, and collective so i’m never losing my poise
conversate with my mac so i’m never losing my voice, n-gga
i stay strapped

[hook 2x]

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