Jay Rock | The Coldest Lyrics (Str8 Killa)

• Artist: Jay Rock
• Album: Str8 Killa

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Bitch Im ten toes in it
Not a fake a facade or a cloned image
Got into rap same way I jumped in the streets with my own spinach
Tryin to get straight up off this shit so that I can go on livin
No song spinnin so I resort to this zone flippin
Something must wrong wit em, he takin this shit for granted
Try to write up in the house with no lights, youll understand it
I cant teach ya how to dougie, but I can teach ya bout this thuggin
Keepin it thorough, keep your mouth closed, nigga, keep it one-hundred
Keep yo hand up out my goddamn pocket - keep it pushin
Keep the reefer keep the white keep the soft and just keep it cookin
But keep in mind that any given day you can die for this
As I bag this dope Im prayin one day that I could just
Make an honest piece of change, prolly change the way I live
MJ, fadeaway, something niggas cant defend
Gangsta Gibbs, fresh out the fridge, forty below flow
No introduction needed, niggas already know so

You already know this
But Im the motherfuckin coldest
You sayin that you did that, lived that
But you aint quite this, nigga
Cause you already noticed
But Im the motherfuckin coldest
I keep it really real
Sayin what the f*ck I feel
So let me talk my shit
So what you talkin bout, bitch?

Really aint shit if you aint talk bout this
Im runnin laps around these rappers scratchin em off my lists
She off that vodka so its hard for her to stay off my dick
Tryin get rich and let the dollars flow throughout my click
So we can break bread and never ever be broken
Yac toastin, exotic bitches on my balcony smokin
Weed turns them out without a doubt they mouth about to be open
I let Alicia put her tongue on Valerie while Im strokin
But I aint Jack Tripper, Im that nigga plain and simple
Fresh out the G to MTV, check the credentials
Aint been a nigga bigger since the Jacksons left the city
Reppin the hardest niggas aint know that we was rappin in my city
And regardless if I got support or backin from my city
Theyll remember me as the the nigga that got it crackin for my city, nigga
And on the mic I never have off nights
Cause every line I write is straight frostbite, nigga

You already know this
But Im the motherfuckin coldest
You sayin that you did that, lived that
But you aint quite this, nigga
Cause you already noticed
But Im the motherfuckin coldest
I keep it really real
Sayin what the f*ck I feel
So let me talk my shit
So what you talkin bout, bitch?

Im on fire
To keep the streets hot, thats my desire
And to hell with the labels
Till its time for us to sit down at the table
If I dont focus on me
Tell me, who will?
And I speak from my heart
So you know Imma keep it real
So much bullshit in the last six months tried to take my focus
But on a lotta situations them people have to hocus pocus
If anybody ever asks a dumb question like "Will BJ make it?"
Give them a dollar and say "God bless you, cause you must be a basehead"

You already know this
But Im the motherfuckin coldest
You sayin that you did that, lived that
But you aint quite this, nigga
Cause you already noticed
But Im the motherfuckin coldest
I keep it really real
Sayin what the f*ck I feel
So let me talk my shit
So what you talkin bout, bitch?

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