Clipse — Cot Damn

[Hook: Pharrell] Cot damn! It's a new day Cot damn! But that nigga wanted money Hoooo, uh, hoooo, uh Hoooo, uh, cot damn! [Verse 1: Malice] Uh, 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 niggas 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 Naw bitch, I'm liable to splatter ya shit Light up ya world 'til you start to stagger and shit Watch how them hollows straight rattle ya shit And I leave it to y'all to freestyle and battle and shit That's not me, I'm more at home with the chrome Or at play wit the yay, moving 12 for a zone, I'm gone [Hook: Pharrell] Cot damn! It's a new day Cot damn! But that nigga wanted money [Verse 2: Ab-Liva] God damn, when that white hits the pan and 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, cost my fame 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 O's, 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 a sleeve-a Nigga that they gave they soul and hearts to mistreat you Nigga told they breaking my heart on the streets so Watch the phonies, watch ya homies, we pop-pop, drop you homie [Hook: Pharrell] Cot damn! It's a new day Cot damn! But that nigga 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 [Hook: Pharrell] Cot damn! It's a new day Cot damn! But that nigga wanted money [Verse 4: Roscoe P. Coldchain] I be damned if I die of starvation, things is fucked up as is So I bangs my cabbage; do you not know the most effective Way of gettin' money? Pull yo gun rapidly And watch you see the situation be corrected Lord Heavens, why must I live so devilish They say whatcha 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 nigga fighting crime, go ahead and tell the police Cause every move you make, I'ma throw a slug And hope you choke blood, nigga, on every breath you take Not to be broke, cause Coldchain's fate witness Naturally spitting from me, human gat, field to the limit Head to diminish, loud niggas talking gibberish Grind beef, I deliver it with complimentary service For certain, live in the living room, searching to hurting you [Hook: Pharrell] Cot damn! It's a new day Cot damn! But that nigga wanted money Hoooo, uh, hoooo, uh Hoooo, uh, cot damn! [Skit: Female Voice] Dear Diary, here I am once again writing to you 'bout this bitch-ass nigga You know I was fuckin' with him an' all that Supposed to be a creep thang I understood about his bitch aight, I accepted her But then he gon' come with this bullshit You know I thought I had time invested in this motherfucker He gon' tell me, you know, "Things need to change a lil bit We need to slow down a lil bit" Slow down for what?! Not for that bitch! I know you not tryna slow down with me for that motherfucking raggedy ass bitch Yo girl this, yo girl that Your girl is a motherfucking fake wearing all that fake ass shit She buying out of somebody else's motherfucking truck See, one thing 'bout me I'm an authentic bitch I put yo' motherfucking ass on it You still buy her fake motherfucking shit Her and that teeny lil ass motherfucking car You gon' throw some cheap ass twenty dollar rims on that motherfucker You think you got some motherfucking bag? Bitch you ain't got no motherfucking bag I showed you the motherfucking ropes I showed you how to motherfucking dress with that lil bit of money That you had at that point in motherfucking time I drained yo' motherfucking ass I drained yo' motherfucking ass broke And here you gon' riding round in a '95 car tryna get a 2002 bitch motherfucker