[Hook] It's cold in the winter, baby And I don't know when I'm coming home The moon is shine, under the sun Let me walk, you can run Something tells me you're not the one Maybe you just don't understand So why you wonder where I keep my gun It's in my 40 Below's [Verse 1] I like chicks in spandex and lumberjacks No hat to match, razorblade in the doobie rack Just in case a b**h act, she get her wig pushed back Catch a f**ing bullet like Warren Sapp Cause she stay with the mac, and f** a backpack She rather roll up on 5-6 and headcrack And her mom always catching f**ing heart attacks Talking 'bout, "f** D Ferg, he ain't worth splat!" Cause I dropped out of school and I drop slack Missed work, gotta get up and hear my moms yap Just 7.15 ain't doing it Seeing n***as chrome-out 6, and they doing it You see the street got corners and they using it Momma told me not to be a fool and don't loose the sh** It's cold, 40 below, gun in the boot and sh** Ready start shooting sh**, like I'm Bishop Juice'n it And you don't want to end up like Steve With steel to your grill because you didn't wanna f**ing peel sh** is real that I kick, I'm dead broke Can't afford to smoke so I get high off of lead choke [Verse 2] Have you met Mr. Lee, oh, you gotsa meet her Back shots off the meter and the hair adds to her features She don't wear sneakers and she don't like reefer Cla**y-a** b**h and she know when I kiss her Love when I pull her hair low when I beat her Hit it from the back and she sing like Aretha First black n***a that she ever pursue She loved my dick game, and chilling with the crew It's true, we met back in junior high school But didn't pursue to knocking boots, but she the truth So I respect her, Beretta in the lever Just in case a b**h is getting clever, however She do what I tell her, make me a grilled cheese She ask, "Babe, swiss or mozzarella?" She 'bout tell her Versace hottie mami grimy with the body But won't hesitate to drop a body for her papi [Hook]