Cold (Theraflu) lyrics

by

The Notorious B.I.G.


[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 n*ggas 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 n*ggas need to stop playin' them games
You just a baby boy and, n*gga, 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 n*gga 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 di*kies, 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 n*gga name Army, he military gang
My flow is on super freak, and, n*gga, I'm Rick James
What up to Phillip Flame? What up to California?
While you tweetin' your girl, n*gga, 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 n*ggas some theraflu
Run up on me and take a dirt nap, n*gga, 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

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