Lyrical Breakdown of Damn i'm cold ft. bun-b - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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Chops on the track See, when I got Mercedes money, I went and got a Mercedes When I got that Bentley money, I went and got that Bentley Now, if he ain't help me make it, don't tell me how to spend it And yes, I know the rules: never marry Robin Givens My Serrao over bitches, so we call them bitches Cheese Heads Lambeau Leap in that pussy like in Green Bay Lambeau suite look like sugar on the freeway And I'm ridin' dirty 'cause I'm so UGK One, two, three, wait, four-four makes eight Nine times out of ten, it's 11 or a 12 gauge Friday the 13th, that's the day that hell raised But y'all boys too weak, like fourteen days I'm so clean, why wouldn't I be? I be with Ben Frank so much, he startin' to look like me I'ma smoke my weed 'cause I don't wanna smoke yours And I pour a four every time I pour Like, was you sayin' somethin', bitch? If you ain't talkin' 'bout us, you ain't talkin' 'bout shit I woke up this mornin', eyes half-closed I look into the mirror and say, "Damn, I'm cold" Damn, I'm cold, and my hoes Pimp shit, nigga, keep payin' my hoes Damn, I'm cold, man, I'm throwed I said, "Damn, I'm cold," hot damn, I'm cold See, when I got that slab money, I put the Ribi on blades When I got that 'Lac money, I candied the Escalade Got that Screw in my deck, a house or two on my neck A couple cars on my wrist, and bitch, I'm ready to wreck We 'bout to do this for Pimp C, so pass me a bottle I'm 'bout to pop the top on it like a slab or a model Turn it upside down and pour it out for my lil' bro Then pass me another one so I can pour out a little mo' Fresher than Ozium, cleaner than waxed floors I'm slick as linoleum, swingin' my 'Lac doors Them Franklins? You foldin' 'em, we tryin' to stack those So 'fore you play the role, you need to learn how to act, hoes Swangers'll clang, fo's'll tip and trunks'll bang Haters get back and hoes'll flip with nuts who hang It ain't a thang, mane, never was and never will I put that on my life, Bun Beeda forever trill, for real Yeah, fuckin' right, alright Goin' at your neck like a fuckin' dog bite I woke up this mornin', eyes half-closed Look into the mirror and say, "Damn, I'm cold" Damn, I'm cold, and my hoes Pimp shit, nigga, keep payin' my hoes Damn, I'm cold, man, I'm throwed I said, "Damn, I'm cold," hot damn, I'm cold Is it the ice in the piece or the ice in the chain? Is it the ice in the watch or the ice in the rings? Or the bracelet? Face it, you feel the chill in your veins Could it be from Bun Beeda or that boy Lil Wayne? Or could it be the two-seater on them thangs? Got on a couple gold chains, so dang-a-dang I swang and bang from lane to lane Yeah, it's gettin' hot and you startin' to feel the flames, Bun It's gettin' brick and you startin' to feel a breeze And the temperature's goin' down, best to get you some sleeves And you best to get you some Gs 'fore you lose your control And we turn your whole neighborhood into the North Pole Like, "Brrr," machine gun, brrr I am a beast, grrr, money machine, brrr F-U-C-K C-O-P's I say, "I know," when they say, "Freeze" Yeah, okay, you already knew No pussies, no rats, no Tom and Jerry, too And I woke up this mornin', eyes half-closed Look into the mirror like, "Damn, I'm cold" Damn, I'm cold, and my hoes Damn, I'm cold, man, I'm throwed I said, "Damn, I'm cold," hot damn, I'm cold World champion