, This why the flow is so cold, Ya all know you?re the reason im so froze, Below, ohh, wooh, I guess no one inferno, the man is so cold, I could burn
love [Repeat x8] [Verse 3 - Ludacris] Little erica is eleven years old, Shes steady tryin to figure why the world is so cold, So she pops x to get rid
is Think a minute baby I get money every single minute Even when I'm sleepin money climin creepin makin entrance Said she got a boyfriend but he ain't the kid tho Neck cold wrist cold
to tell, see, first he was just chillin, then his belly got hungry, everybody in the family out for self, ain't got no money, so what's a young thug to
you, baby, you're never alone Well, I have to be honest as much as I wanted I?m not gonna promise that cold winds won't blow So when hard times have
Just like I know I should But I can't help myself and I keep It up because it feels so good But when I look down at my belly I can see it's pink and
not unstrap my gucci belt more shoppers than johnny depp in that mosso so many game imposters riding ram in the boxsters i'm in the deville sippin on belvedere vodka so
don't mind, I don't mind Little sister, the fates are calling on you I was goin' crazy, so crazy, I knew I could break through with you So, with one
21? Asked who booked, promoter didn't even look my way Ha, ok Party people doin what I say Hands in the air pat ya belly thats enough ay Just seein how
my buck niggas at? Where they at, where they at, where they at? Come on I'm the pimp motherfucker, baby Ice cold, stories so high, I pimp the whole village twice So
how you, know niggaz wanna buy you But see me I wanna fuck for free like Akinyele Now I gotta let her take this ride, make you feel it Inside your belly
I been away from home On the seven seas or wherever I roam Black Beard takin' you down to the galley How does it feel with my sword in your belly You can face the cold
yelling When I stop selling I'll quit so, stop dwelling I am not failing, you fuckers are not ready 'Cuz I got jelly, like jizzin on your pot belly This
Been through the storm, through the cold and rain Every thing's still the same Can't control how I feel Sometimes it's hard to keep it real You see the
is brown Shots rang, my phone wasn't touchtone A heavy beef in the street, ET had to flee Gray heavens, good grief Hungry bellies, bright gold on they
what I said, Big Moe is up in this bitch and this niggas singin, comin through just like L those bells are ringin, Big Moe wreck one more so we can hit
some cards they playing with nothing but jokers [Choclair] My attitude on the whole is, fuck dumb shit My niggas stay suave so fuck a dumb bitch And
So the concept is this, basically The whole black nation has to be put together as a black army And we gon' walk on this nation We gon' walk on this racist
