Glc - David Ruffin lyrics

[Louie P. Newton] Say she never seen a dream sold like this before Or encountered one that's cold like this before Swore she wouldn't fall for it, then she seen I'm missin' more And keep askin' me why I'm creatin' all this distance for It's traditional, church but not a piscopo I make her work for that position, it's a privilege ho Her first taste of red wine and medicinal And I ain't mad, she think my belt buckle is mistletoe I ain't dissin' though, it's strictly principle Stay poppin' tags homie, I ain't missin' dough And it's probably cause I'm gettin' chose And she workin' so hard, I can get another chick fa sho She know I'm hardly home, party with my Carti's on And get Wolfgang Puck fresh at the drop of a bu*ton With no discussion, like it's nothin' I take it till she realize that she was bluffin' I'm cold on 'em [Hook] She give me everything Tell me I don't owe her nothin' They say I'm cold on these hoes David Ruffin [Boldy James] It's James Jones, drug zone Meet your neighbor, hoodlum They say I'm cold on these hoes, I came up from nothin' Slangin' bowls for them pros, every day I'm hustlin' We get the low, get 'em gone, in a day it's nothin' Got the trap bunkin', my connect Russian/rushing When I double what you cop, now that's frontin' n***as frontin' like they live, n***a stop frontin' Cause that sh**'ll get you shot, and I'm not bluffin' We'll run up in your spot, get to bustin' plural Now his block's a mural, full of Care Bears and Teddy Ruxpins Runnin' from the black and yellows, black and yellows, packin' metal Had to throw my crack and ran go get my thumper Cause the other day they found my n***a in the dumpster Thinkin' 'bout all the dirt we did when we was youngsters Led astray, the hood try'na take me under Streets didn't k** me, only made me stronger [Hook] [GLC] A pimp from the 'go, I give a ho Some pimpin' to go, my ism critical Amnesia pimpin', I hit it then forget a ho Girl I beat that p**y up, call that boy Riddick Bowe Teddy Pendergra**, Love TKO Countin' plenty cash, blowin' kush and plenty hash It's what we have, playa what you got? That 31 from the Pacers We gettin' paper, let this ism motivate you ? bother them a** shots, trusty in your stash spot Man I just gave her game to change her from a have not Who she gave that paper to the moment that she came out Why she came in here with you and leavin' in my fast car? Fool, she drove on a player call it Nascar Y'all speedballin', fallin' like I'm John ?? Cold on these hoes, chuuch, Pope John Paul [Hook]