Lirik Lagu Cot Damn - The Clipse featuring Pharrell, Ab-Liva &
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[Chorus - Pharrell]Cot' damn, it's a new dayCot' damn, but the nigga wanted moneyHoooo, hoooo, hooooCot' damn
[Verse 1 - Malice]Uh, they just can't understand or phathom my demeanorUnapproachable appearance to how I pack the ninasOut of two, Clipse they say Malice the meanestGot love for guns and caine, let nothin' come between usYou miss took me for a rapper huhWell that makes me an actor, cause I would rather clap a gunAnd buck on them niggas who hateWho wanna be in my shoes, live my life, but can't carry my weightI understand that the envy is part of the gameBut make no mistake, you and I, we are not the sameNaw bitch I'm liable to splatter ya shitLight up ya world, 'til you start to stagger and shitWatch how them hollows straight, rattle ya shitAnd I leave it to y'all, to freestyle and battle and shitThat's not me, I'm more at home wit the chromeOr that play wit the yay, moving 12 for a zone, I'm gone
[Chorus - Pharrell]Cot' damn, it's a new dayCot' damn, but the nigga wanted money
[Verse 2 - Ab-Liva]God damn, when that white hits the PAN ANDComes back hard, I can account for every GRAM ANDThe streets molded the man I amThe pimp, the hustler, the crook, the killer, go-rillaTraits of a blow dealer, cost my fameI hustle, I'm rich, blow scrilla, I'M THE TORCH that, carry the gameThe flame I throw, crack change came from blow, push the O'sSix lay close, hug the streets, I hug the beat, change flowsThug the streets, my love is deep, my pain showsMy hearts on a sleeve-aNigga that they gave they soul and hearts to mistreat youNigga told, they breaking my heart on the streets soWatch the phonies, watch ya homiesWe pop, pop, DROP you homey
[Chorus - Pharrell]Cot' damn, it's a new dayCot' damn, but the nigga wanted money
[Verse 3 - Pusha T and
[Verse 1 - Malice]Uh, they just can't understand or phathom my demeanorUnapproachable appearance to how I pack the ninasOut of two, Clipse they say Malice the meanestGot love for guns and caine, let nothin' come between usYou miss took me for a rapper huhWell that makes me an actor, cause I would rather clap a gunAnd buck on them niggas who hateWho wanna be in my shoes, live my life, but can't carry my weightI understand that the envy is part of the gameBut make no mistake, you and I, we are not the sameNaw bitch I'm liable to splatter ya shitLight up ya world, 'til you start to stagger and shitWatch how them hollows straight, rattle ya shitAnd I leave it to y'all, to freestyle and battle and shitThat's not me, I'm more at home wit the chromeOr that play wit the yay, moving 12 for a zone, I'm gone
[Chorus - Pharrell]Cot' damn, it's a new dayCot' damn, but the nigga wanted money
[Verse 2 - Ab-Liva]God damn, when that white hits the PAN ANDComes back hard, I can account for every GRAM ANDThe streets molded the man I amThe pimp, the hustler, the crook, the killer, go-rillaTraits of a blow dealer, cost my fameI hustle, I'm rich, blow scrilla, I'M THE TORCH that, carry the gameThe flame I throw, crack change came from blow, push the O'sSix lay close, hug the streets, I hug the beat, change flowsThug the streets, my love is deep, my pain showsMy hearts on a sleeve-aNigga that they gave they soul and hearts to mistreat youNigga told, they breaking my heart on the streets soWatch the phonies, watch ya homiesWe pop, pop, DROP you homey
[Chorus - Pharrell]Cot' damn, it's a new dayCot' damn, but the nigga wanted money
[Verse 3 - Pusha T and
