Cold (Theraflu)

[Intro: Armyboy] Alright, let me tell y'all what's about to happen My boy Z-Mane, he bout to go in on this Theraflu I'm talking bout murk this, just straight destroy this I'm a pass the mic to Z-Mane, y'all know what's about to happen Z-Mane, kill it, let's go! [Verse: Z-Mane] Ok, these niggas need some theraflu, somebody called the doc Turn the A.C. up cause it's about to get hot Fire running down your spine, better stop and drop Man, the place is burnin', it's goin' down like Joc PlayStation niggas need to stop playin' them games You just a baby boy and, nigga, I'm Ving Rhames From the cradle to the grave, I'm a keep it 100 While they playin' monopoly, I'm out 'chea gettin' money Started out 5 years old with my brother J 10 years later, man, a nigga shinin' everyday Picture perfect, paint a perfect picture like Picasso I see a hater, (What's his name?) I think I'll call him John Doe Green is all I see, Rondo, heat it up like LeBron, though I'll start a riot then I'll start the convo' Use to rock them dickies, tall tees, and them fitteds Now I rock them snapback, chucks, and the shirt with the jockey in it Z-Mane, aka T-Double-B That mean the boy in blue, that's what the crew call me That nigga name Army, he military gang My flow is on super freak, and, nigga, I'm Rick James What up to Phillip Flame? What up to California? While you tweetin' your girl, nigga, I telephone her I beat the beat up, naw, I put it in a coma No wonder I'm one of the best to come from Oklahoma Take a picture then put it on Instagram Little mama shaking that jelly, your girl shaking that jam You a phony baloney claiming that you go H.A.M I only mess with a few, only my homies and fam Ha! Doctor, please give these niggas some theraflu Run up on me and take a dirt nap, nigga, I'll bury you It's scary, dude, call me Dark Knight, but where the Joker? Your girl on Facebook and she love it when I poke her Oh, did I just say that? Sorry, homey don't play that If you ain't talkin' bout getting money, you better stay back Now show me where the stash at, show me where the cash at And girl, you ain't talkin' bout money unless your back's fat Z-Mane, nobody better than me, mane I been keepin' it G since before I even had teeth, mane This the end of the Z-Mix, so click to the next song It's the boy in blue, and, like a ghost, I'm gone