[Chorus:] Warm days warm nights But I feel so cold coold Living my life on the line it's out of control (trool) Don't you question only tax rule Money
'em hate from every angle, they intimidated, ain't I I'ma beast, they don't like to see me walking outta prison I ain't trippin', I don't owe 'em nothing
mix Wasn't taught shit stressed out supportin' your bitch Let the eyes shine, easing my mind with white wine It's your lifeline, sqeezing my nine the right time 'K
of Versace clothes give up the ghost Krayzie's Picasso, lil' Layzie like Caesar, Stack's like lil' Pesci N Casino and Wish don't give a f**k! O
the guts out Five in the morning I'm boning the fuck out The H-O-U-S-T-O-N, damn... It's like a million different cities in one So everybody out here
degrees And I Sparil my pigskins At different speeds And I hit threes Cuz at different times I release My shot cold Nigga, I'm hot Don't be tight cuz
real deal K-A, microphone wrecker E-D The O, the U, the B, the L to the E Rocking on, word is born, so abandon ship My name is Erick Sermon now want
the toe (Big boy) then I'm stopping this dough that I'm spending fa sho (Big boy) on dem Nike air force "N" "E" behind de "O" (big boy) [Kyjuan] O.. k
Playboy Too I'm $hort Dog, ain't nothing nice I drink g-juice and wouldn't cut it with ice From the Eastside baby, Oakland town Can't understand why I'm so
the playboy Too I'm $hort Dog, ain't nothing nice I Drink G-Juice, wouldn't cut it with ice From the eastside, baby, Oakland town Can't understand why I'm so
Uh huh, uh huh, follow me beyotch (Nigga what, nigga who?) Can't fuck with me (Nigga what, nigga who?) They ain't ready yet Till switcha flow, getcha dough Can't
'Shaw makin' shot call junk hogs rips & dogs Can't stop won't stop long as rap pays I'm killin' the airwaves 'til my dick hairs gray ain't no question
ocean as I flow in slow motion And I be cookin you suckers like tan lotion The K-double-O-L, G-R-A-P, and P-O-L-O would like to say hello to you mellow
ya hands in the air, Cause) We live forever (Wha) We won't go Never (Wha) We won't go broke never, cause You can't touch me [Verse 2] O.k Look Alot of
instead of packing .9's Toting K's and holding MAC's But we know time ain't rolling back And hungry hyenas, they ain't folding jack So on these cold
the mirror like, ?Damn I'm cold? Damn I'm cold and my hoes Damn I'm cold, man I'm throwed I said damn I'm cold, hot damn I'm cold This has been a Chops
G) And in my pocket it ain't ever nothin less And if your bitch f**k me she f**ked the rest Cuz I'm a A B C D E O G (Verse 1: Yung Joc) You can catch
