Cold Cold World
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Cold Cold World lyrics

AlbumConversations With Queen
Year2001
GenreHip Hop Rap
Original languageEnglish
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Yo, yo-yo Big Lee, do me a favor Call Sticky and Jaga Tell 'em to get up with Monty and Zunica 'Cause these cats don't believe that shit stink Ya heard? It's face off, body snatchers Versus for life, get down, aha Now when we roll up into the spots, we rollin' fifty deep (deep) And a party ain't a party till our cliques meet the streets (streets) When versus is in the spots, you know shit ain't sweet (sweet) We got that last pie (pie), we make them bottles drop (drop) Tear the roof off the club like it was a droptop (top) Throw doubt across the board like Biggie and Pac And it's a cold, cold world, that's why we stay hot (uh-huh) And it's a cold, cold world, that's why we stay hot (check it, hot) Now we came in the club to get it crunked up (uh-huh) Have a couple of drinks and get fucked up But short 'cross the bar keep crampin' my style Provokin' me to flip 'cause her man is mad foul Some down low cat from uptown, town Keep pickin' my tab every round, round Said he likes Big QP style, style And he could tell I was BK bound, bound Poppin bottles of Cris' (uh-huh), him and his clique (clique) Not too borty-ish on that jewelry shit Distinct jewels hung from his neck and his wrist And he kept his shorty dipped (haha), I like that shit (yah) He got six in his crew (uh-huh), five in my clique (my crew) That means one of his men's, they gon' have to jump the ship One of those cats gon' have to hit the bricks Or else they could catch QP on the remix Now when we roll up into the spots, we rollin' fifty deep (deep) And a party ain't a party till our cliques meet the streets (streets) When versus is in the spots, you know shit ain't sweet (sweet) We got that last pie (pie), we make them bottles drop (drop) Tear the roof off the club like it was a droptop (top) Throw doubt across the board like Biggie and Pac And it's a cold, cold world, that's why we stay hot (uh-huh) It's a cold, cold world Now when we roll up into the spots, we rollin' fifty deep (deep) And a party ain't a party till our cliques meet the streets (streets) When versus is in the spots, you know shit ain't sweet (sweet) We got that last pie (pie), we make them bottles drop (drop) Tear the roof off the club like it was a droptop (top) Throw doubt across the board like Biggie and Pac And it's a cold, cold world, that's why we stay hot (uh-huh) It's a cold, cold world, that's why we stay hot (check it, hot) Like I told y'all before ('fore), I keeps it raw (raw) QP be the gulliest, whether the block or tour I rocks y'all wall, can't respect your gangsta If you don't write at all, gotta respect my mind For holdin' down my dogs (uh-huh), holdin' down the fort (uh-huh) The only broad rollin' with goons on tour (word up) I guess I'm realer than y'all (y'all), harder than y'all (y'all) That's why they call me queen and not a bitch or a whore Whether makin' records or standin' on the block Real recognize real, a hundred percent heart Take my A to the 'Zé only if it's red dark The actions of this queen is as loud as her bark Bitches playin' outta pocket and full of big talk But when shit hit the fans, they can't walk the walk When shit hit the fans, they can't walk the walk (Haha) get at me Now when we roll up into the spots, we rollin' fifty deep (deep) And a party ain't a party till our cliques meet the streets (streets) When versus is in the spots, you know shit ain't sweet (sweet) We got that last pie (pie), we make them bottles drop (drop) Tear the roof off the club like it was a droptop (top) Throw doubt across the board like Biggie and Pac And it's a cold, cold world, that's why we stay hot (uh-huh) It's a cold, cold world Now when we roll up into the spots, we rollin' fifty deep (deep) And a party ain't a party till our cliques meet the streets (streets) When versus is in the spots, you know shit ain't sweet (sweet) We got that last pie (pie), we make them bottles drop (drop) Tear the roof off the club like it was a droptop (top) Throw doubt across the board like Biggie and Pac And it's a cold, cold world, that's why we stay hot (uh-huh) It's a cold, cold world, that's why we stay hot (hot)

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