Cot Damn lyrics

by

Kardinal Offishall


[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
Cot damn
It's a new day
Cot damn
But that n*gga wanted money

[Post-Chorus: Pharrell Williams & Malice]
Hoo, uh, hoo, uh
Hoo, uh, cot damn (Uh)

[Verse 1: Malice]
They just can't understand or fathom my demeanor
Unapproachable appearance to how I pack the ninas
Out of two Clipse, they say Malice the meanest
Got love for guns and 'caine, let nothin' come between us
You mistook me for a rapper, huh?
Well, that makes me an actor, 'cause I would rather clap a gun
And buck on them n*ggas who hate
Who wanna be in my shoes, live my life, but can't carry my weight
I understand that the envy is part of the game
But make no mistake, you and I, we are not the same
Nah, b*tch, I'm liable to splatter ya sh*t
Light up ya world 'til you start to stagger and sh*t
Watch how them hollows straight rattle ya sh*t
And I'll leave it to y'all to freestyle and battle and sh*t
That's not me, I'm more at home with the chrome
Or at play wit the yay, moving twelve for a zone, I'm gone
[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
Cot damn
It's a new day
Cot damn
But that n*gga wanted money

[Verse 2: Ab-Liva]
God damn, when that white hits the pan it
Comes back hard, I can account for every gram and
The streets molded the man I am
The pimp, the hustler, the crook, the killer, gorilla
Traits of a blow dealer course my veins
I hustle, I'm rich, blow scrilla, I'm the torch that carry the game
The flame I throw, crack change came from blow
Push the Os, six lay close
Hug the streets, I hug the beat, change flows
Thug the streets, my love is deep, my pain shows
My heart's on the sleeve, uh
n*gga that they gave they soul and hearts to deceit you
n*gga told, they breaking my heart on the streets, so
Watch the phonies, watch ya homies, we pop-pop, drop you, homie

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
Cot damn
It's a new day
Cot damn
But that n*gga wanted money
[Verse 3: Pusha T & Pharrell]
They call me Pusha for one reason
'Cause I keep that sniff all seasons
Whether the price is up or down
I keep a mound to pitch from, you don't have to shop around
When it come to that money, I get stealth
Three guns is fortune, and I don't mind sharing my wealth, dawg
I know about life
I been around the world thrice times, I mean what I say
From that Panama sun to France's Champs-Élysées
Grind so deep-rooted, I can't turn away
To sell base is now somewhat therapeutic
Hear what I say, please don't confuse it
My verses heal like Curt Mayfield's music (I'm your pusha!)
Damn right, I treat ya nose to hook ya
And only pull back to cook ya, partner

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
Cot damn
It's a new day
Cot damn
But that n*gga wanted money

[Verse 4: Roscoe P. Coldchain]
I'll be damned if I die from starvation, things is f*cked up as is
So I bangs my cabbage
Do you wanna know the most effective way of gettin' money?
Pull your gun rapidly, and watch, you'll see the situation be corrected
Lord Heavens, why must I live so devilish?
They say what you do comes back on you two times
I shoulda been died, but I'm still walking around with two nines
Who wants to be a millionaire? Me, and you ain't got no more life lines
You a snitch n*gga fighting crime, go ahead and tell the police
'Cause every move you make, I'ma throw a slug
And hope you choke blood, n*gga, on every breath you take
Not to be broke, 'cause Coldchain's fate witness
Naturally spitting from the human gat filled to the limit
Here to diminish loud n*ggas talking gibberish
You want beef? I deliver it with complimentary service
For certain, live in the living room, searching and hurting you
[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
Cot damn
It's a new day
Cot damn
But that n*gga wanted money

[Post-Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
Hoo, uh, hoo, uh
Hoo, uh, cot damn

[Skit]
Dear Diary
Here I am, once again, writing you 'bout this b*tch-ass n*gga
You know I was f*ckin' with him an' all that
Supposed to been a creep thang
I understood about his b*tch, I accepted her
But then he gon' come with this bullsh*t
You know, after I had time invested in this motherf*cker
He gon' tell me, you know, "Things need to change a lil' bit
We need to slow down a little bit"
Slow down for what? Not for that b*tch!
I know you not tryna slow down with me for that motherf*cking raggedy-ass b*tch
Yo' girl this, yo' girl that
Your girl is a motherf*cking fake wearing all that fake-ass sh*t
She buying out of somebody else's motherf*cking truck
See, one thing 'bout me, I'm an authentic b*tch
I put yo' motherf*cking ass on
And you still buy her fake motherf*cking sh*t
Her and that teeny lil'-ass motherf*cking car
You gon' throw some cheap-ass twenty dollar rims on that motherf*cker
And you think you got some-motherf*cking-body?
b*tch, you ain't got no motherf*cking-body
I showed you the motherf*cking ropes
I showed you how to motherf*cking dress
With that little bit of money
That you had at that point in motherf*cking time
I drained yo' motherf*cking ass
I drained yo' motherf*cking ass broke, then you—
Here you gon' riding 'round in a '95 car
Tryna get it souped-up to a 2002, b*tch, motherf*cker
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