Cold City - Layzie Bone

It’s nice, my nigger I’m talking bank

If you talking about shit I can’t understand

Ima hustler motherfucker, yeah, I get it cross the land

I’m water whip and dipping, on my 6's gripping grain

Switching lanes, in my candy coated Chevy dripping stain

I’m flier than a motherfucker, hotter than a motherfucker

Big booty, yellow bone, ridin with a motherfucker

That … diamonds in my damn chain

I am just a hustler, bitch I do my damn thang

Grind through the city, it’s a pity I’ma … low

Head in my drop top, about to let my keyz go

All about the paper chase, benjamins, jacksons

for love of money make, the law of attraction

Its, all, Good,

nigga, I’m in this bitch and I’m happy to be

I’m feeling myself while im rockin the beat

Its poppin so ima just drop for the street

Haters is lookin like how can that be

Im blazing the weed like im Wahoo the Chief

chasing the paper cause I gotta eat

(Me doing me?), ya probly gon' feast

Ride?

like the beast, (?) of the East

North side of the Ohio Valley

headed west, with them one way tickets

Made it, so I ride for Cali

yeah I dodge all distractors

(with my way ?) Law Of Attraction

skills (?) you saw that action

Still lil lay I call that fashion

Money, my motive, my words, my wisdom,

Never gonna blow it,… system

nigga want beef, (5 goes and kiss 'em?)

Hits 'em, splits 'em, up with rythm

Tolerate, no buster-ism

layzie gets his (?)

ain’t nobody fucking with them

Yeah, drop the top down, 9 millimeter on coch now

Last time I heard that shot sound, them car jackers was not found

When it go round, thinking not now

Got thangs to do, and folks to see

If you ain’t talking about money man then it ain’t no getting close to me

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