Trellion & Sniff - Out Cold lyrics

[lyrics originally transcripted by jimmy dyna] [Trellion] Yo They call me Dumb Corleone I fed you one more baloney Than Nonna's Deli She kept going on at Trelly And I was, like, “Loudies , I'm going out You can get me on the celly” Uh Hoover balls of speed, pupils aubergine Shootin' ??? in the stolen jeep Scoped your niece Trelly super-soak a geese [?] Yeah, I dug it out -Where? In her mother's house Bulldozer, meat cleaver to the neat beaver Ah, don't understand this sh**? Me neither It's like Tony ain't right in the head Like I said, friend If you don't like what I said, then- Just give me what i need then ghost On another note Let me raise a toast to the Almighty Alrighty Man say they on it, it's a hoax Then come running back When they realise they missed the boat No hope for you now Save your face, be out Be a face in the crowd Hoe, I'll take you out Take the crown, hoe Trelly running sh**, like ‘Alpo' My style's so 1-1-6 in the house No hope for you now Save your face, be out Be a face in the crowd Hoe, I'll take you out Take the crown, hoe Sniffy running sh**, like ‘Alpo' Out cold, spliff in the mouth [Sniff] Yo Deep coma Don't sweat, the beef's over Sleep soldier Find me on your street corner Neat Coke Sipping on some green soda Don't listen to them b**hes in the scene, joker Tree toker, demote ya You ain't nothing but a dweeb, son, I'm heat scalpel Sniper through the peephole Me no understand Hundred grand and counting More gas than Auschwitz More gash to pound in f** a broad, nothing more When i step, man, it's f**in raw, f** ‘em all That goes to him, her and you too Voodoo specialist Move through Petri dish Two-two's neck was slit Next to this, son, you're nothing I get my fifteen mins of fame, like Rupert Pupkin