So Cold

[Intro: 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

[Verse 1: 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 slotted 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!

[Chorus: 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

[Verse 2: 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 bypass 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

Had 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!

[Chorus: 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

[Verse 3: 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 in 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

Hardly 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

[Chorus: 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