Little Brother - So Cold lyrics

[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 [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 n***as 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'f**er, got both of my feet in People got a pension for seeding Just make sure I'm slided 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 n***as live life in a fantasy world Deep rooted in reality, no time to pretend n***a! [Chorus: Phonte] We love to party, love to ball we love to floss with no shame We act a fool, we rock the j**els 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 [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 who*es galore, I thank you for your support like ballers and chains I go past the pulpit, and triple 5 past your bullsh** 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'ma keep on keep on at the dime of a drop and your time on the top, but he won't be long When I spit that hardness n***as 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] [Chaundon] Uh Chaundilla, none iller than I and the Replacement k**er, my n***a who gon' try? So cold, you should all come thank me If the flow was a 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 Currently the PC type, hauling my pink toe Need to meet the hoes, yeah we f**ing tonight Yeah I act a fool but this is still the curriculum flow to take you wack n***as back to school If you ain't pay your dues I'm coming through with the invisible bully You Arnold Jackson n***as scared of "The Gooch" Really scared of the truth, they came prepared with a noose They'd rather k** themselves than be compared to me in the booth [Chorus: Phonte]