So Cold

[Phonte] Sliding through the city, caught shining, music real loud Seat way back, laid back with the windows rolled down Ohhh, everybody's talking Eyes on me, they can't stop watching I'm so cold, I'm so co-oh-old [Rapper Big Pooh] I feel tremendous, splendid even You can put it in the air, homey I ain't leaving Didn't major run but them hoes were teasing So I'm back to doing me, yo finally breathing Shooting out loads while you niggas are skeeting Had a moment of clarity while you still geeking Kicked down the door, ain't no need to peek in I'm a bold muh'fucker, got both of my feet in People got a pension for seeding Just make sure I'm slided at the top when the brackets is out Cause Poobie make tears appear from the fear I steer in my peers when they hear me shout I'm a man, never see me pout Eighty-eight never see my route, till I scored again Most niggas live life in a fantasy world Deep rooted in reality, no time to pretend nigga! [Hook: Phonte] We love to party, love to ball we Love to floss with no shame We act a fool, we rock the jewels Got people calling our names So plain to see, I can't believe You ever thought that I'd change (let 'em know how I'm living) So cold, bout twenty below So cold, bout twenty below Heeey [Phonte] Yo, I promise you don't want no part of this mayne You a slave, still a part of the chain And Phonte is a part of the change And to my whores galore, I thank you for your support like Bartles & Jaymes I go past the pulpit, and triple 5 past your bullshit Just to get to the heart of it and I get deep in your cartilage, all y'all singing My ball swinging like Christmas ornaments mayne I'mma keep on keep on at the dime of a drop And your time on the top, but he won't be long When I spit that hardness niggas all testify That Phonte's a rhyme phe-no-me-non I hail from the city of the martyrs Greensboro, spit thoro for the robbers and the bloggers And even for the fathers listening with their kids Like "'Te and Chaundon, hot damn they got a problem", for real! [Hook: Phonte] [Chaundon] Uh Chaundilla, none iller than I Am the Replacement Killer, my nigga who gon' try? So cold, you should all come thank me If the flow was a rock form I could probably sell it to Franky Uh, "inhale..." you can all breathe easy Bring it to your chest, now you all +Lil Weezy+ (yeaah) I'm so naughty, surrounded by fake tits It's like I'm at a Tupperware party Harldy the PC type, all of my pink toe Meda meda hoes, yeah we fucking tonight Yeah I act a fool but this is still the curriculum flow To take you wack niggas back to school If you ain't pay your dues I'm coming through with the invisible bully You Arnold Jackson niggas scared of "The Gooch" Really scared of the truth, they came prepared with a noose They'd rather kill themselves than be compared to me in the booth [Hook: Phonte]