1 Music Lyrics

Cot Damn Music Lyrics

Clipse

>>> Send Cot Damn Ringtones to your phone <<<

(Chorus - Pharrell)
Cot damn, it's a new day
Cot damn, but the nigga wanted money
Hoooo, hoooo, hoooo
Cot damn

(Verse 1 - Malice)
They juss can't understand or fathom my demeanor
Unapproachable appearance to how I pack the ninas
Out of two, Clipse they say Malice the meanest
Got love for guns and 'caine, let nuttin' come between us
You mistook me for a rapper, huh?
Well that makes me an actor, cause I would rather clap a gun
And buck on them niggas who hate
Who wanna be in my shoes, live my life, but can't carry my weight
I understand that the envy is part of the game
But make no mistake, you and I, we are not the same
Naw bitch I'm liable to splatter ya shit
Light up ya world, 'til you start to stagger and shit
Watch how them hollows straight rattle ya shit
And I leave it to y'all, to freestyle and battle and shit
That's not me, I'm more at home wit the chrome
Or at play wit the yay, moving 12 for a zone, I'm gone

(Chorus - Pharrell)
Cot damn, it's a new day
Cot damn, but the nigga wanted money

(Verse 2 - Ab-Liva)
God damn, when that white hits the PAN AND
Comes back hard, I can account for every GRAM AND
The streets molded the man I am
The pimp, the hustler, the crook, the killer, go-rilla
Traits of a blow dealer, cost my fame
I hustle, I'm rich, blow scrilla, I'M THE TORCH that, carry the game
The flame I throw, crack change came from blow, push the O's
Six lay close, hug the streets, I hug the beat, change flows
Thug the streets, my love is deep, my pain shows
My hearts on a sleeve-a
Nigga that they gave they soul and hearts to mistreat you
Nigga told, they breaking my heart on the streets so
Watch the phonies, watch ya homies
We pop, pop, DROP you homie

(Chorus - Pharrell)
Cot damn, it's a new day
Cot damn, but the nigga wanted money

[Verse 3 - Pusha T and (Pharrell)]
They call me Pusha for one reason
Cause I keep that sniff all seasons
Whether the price is up or down
I keep a mound to pitch from, you don't have to shop around
When it come to that money, I gets dealt
Three guns is fortune, and I don't mind sharing wealth
Dog, I know about life, I been around the world thrice times
I mean what I say, from that Panama sun, the French chanzalize
Grind so deep-rooted, I can't turn away
The sell base is now, somewhat therapeutic
Hear what I say, please don't confuse it
My verses heal, like Curt Mayfield's music
(I'm yo' pusha), damn right, I treat ya nose to hook ya
And only pull back to cook ya, partner

(Chorus - Pharrell)
Cot damn, it's a new day
Cot damn, but the nigga wanted money

(Verse 4 - Roscoe P. Coldchain)
I'll be damned if I die from starvation, things is fucked up as is
So I bang for my cab-bage
You wanna know the most effective way of gettin' money?
Pull yo gun, ra-pid-ly
And watch you see the situation be corrected
Lord Heavens, why must I live so devilish?
They say what'cha do comes back on you two times
I shoulda been died, but I'm still walking around wit two nines
Who wants to be a millionaire?

Me, and you ain't got no more lifelines
You a snitch nigga fighting crime, go ahead and tell the police
Cause every move you make, I'ma throw a slug, and hope you choke blood
Nigga on every breath you take
Not to be broke, cause Coldchain fake witness
Natural spitters from the human gat, filled to the limit
Head to diminish, loud niggas talking gibberish
Rhymes beef, I deliver it, complimentary service for certain
Live in the living room, searchin' or hurtin' ya

(Chorus - Pharrell)
Cot damn, it's a new day
Cot damn, but the nigga wanted money
Hoooo, hoooo, hoooo
Cot damn

(Skit at end of the track begins)

Clipse - Cot Damn Music Lyrics

>>> Send Cot Damn Ringtones to your phone <<<

Search Lyrics Database