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J-Dawg - Cold Blooded lyrics
[First Verse] Nobody wanna fuck with a ghetto bastard Except for the pastor With a long criminal record of harassment on lil' girls In the real World is where he takes 'em And in the name of God, rapes 'em And lies to 'em sayin' that if they tell somebody God'll hate 'em Take 'em to the basement placin' scars on these kids for life Droppin' 'em off and off to his house on to his kids and wife In the middle of the night somethin' just ain't feelin' right, so he go to the church In front the church you see with a pen and pictures just a hoe and a purse He spoke first, she opened up her purse and bucked him in his chest Put him to rest for puttin' his hands up under her daughter's dress A quarter best, she goin' to jail for first degree, murder He goin' to Hell that's on the real cuz he deserves to Look, that's word to the man he has to answer to for the shit he did In three years, he done molested over sixteen kids Now she did what she was supposed to do, black woman Doin' time for the crime of mindin' our young ones Now ain't that cold? Chorus (uncredited singer): It's so cold, cold blooded It's so cold, cooooooold Cold blooded Cold blooded Cold blooded (2x) [Second Verse] Belinda seventeen, fuckin' with this nigga say he love her Kinda lame to the game, now they up under the cover Did his thing and then jetted, promised to call when he got home (What time?)Must have never made it cuz he never rang the phone Another case of niggas fuckin' over young girls, but wait Belinda feelin' funny plus his period was late Her breasts gettin' bigger, nigga claimin' he ain't the father It's hard head and tellin' Moms is even harder Her juvenile daughter was now becomin' a woman Hard times comin' so away Belinda was runnin' With no destination she got a bus and headed North With an unborn father and his child payin' the cost Say boss?Now ain't that cold? Chorus [Third Verse] He in the pen doin' time while his girlfriend was havin' his kid A spittin' image, so he couldn't deny the kid was his He did five, for two-eleven, now he back on the streets Need money?Got a job so his family could eat No application needed, he was recommended by friends Let him go soon as they found he did some time in the pen Now time and again, payin' for what he did in the past On the streets, breathin' his lucky charm, fiendin' for cash Took his last check, bought his family food and then scored A quarter ounce, but look, that's all the fuck the man could afford Got the right mentality tryin' to provide for his kid Tryin' to make up for bein' absent for the first five years Idea for makin' money wasn't sellin' no crack The street life, steady callin' now he can't hold back He wide open, others see him so they plottin' a jack Watch him sell crack, then they watch him pocket his snaps Not even knowin' that this nigga got a family at home Them boys caught him, checked his pockets, then put one in his dome Now he gone, daughter cryin' cuz her Daddy was stole Bless his soul, cuz now the back of his head got a hole Now ain't that cold? Chorus |
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