Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song So Cold, artist - Jay Tee
Date of issue: 16.06.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
So Cold |
Now I’ll be comin with that real shit |
Cuz that real shit is all I know, out Valley Joe |
And that good grain is all I grow |
So if they ask about Jay Tee, tell them I got it |
And if they ask about the Super Sport tell them I squat it |
I’m tryin to ride, and stay the fuck up out the slamma' |
I got hoes from Salt Lake to Alabama |
So while you squares is at work, I’m in motion |
At the telly gettin a back rub with some good ass lotion |
And when she threw, that’s when I hit the shower |
And then «chupa mi verga» for about an hour |
For those of ya’ll that never been around a chicano |
That means gettin your dick sucked mayne in el barrio |
I’m a dog off the leash with no colla |
Half pit bull, half fuckin rottweiler |
I grew up around side shows and burnin' rubber |
So it ain’t no thing to make a young hutch think I love her |
I’m so cold, out here takin' a bitch, makin' a bitch |
Do what I say as I’m breakin' the bitch |
All I’m tryin' to do is live better now |
Hit the game solo, makin' more cheddar now |
I’m unemployed so all I do is stay lit |
I sip on gin fuckin tryin' to stay fit |
I’m in an old school rag, brains blown out |
So if a bitch gets to trippin' she get thrown out |
In Valley Joe, everybody should know |
Don’t trust no ho, cuz fuck is all they good fo' |
I had one last week, with no flaws |
NO kids, no man, and no draws |
I beat 'em twice, and said that I was cool wit it |
And like a pimp, I let my potna Young Dru hit it |
That what I does, love a bitch, what fo? |
I rather make her back weed, and cut blows (?) |
Hit the grind, and make my pockets get fatta |
If she get caught, I give a damn it don’t matter |
She has no life, so she don’t need to bail out |
Put her on the stand, that ho will never sell out |
See I’m hella slick, so I be the one that no one blames |
Me and baby have sex without knowin names |
I’m in the backseat kissin on that bitch neck |
With one hand up in her purse grabbin' that bitch check |
I find a rubber and put the thang on |
Slide my dick in and tell that ho to hang on |
See I’m a pro, giggolo, I get ladies |
In Mercedes I’ve been pimpin' since the mid-eighties |
I was young, but still a ho killa |
I was taught to put it down as a go-rilla |
Talk shit and let both nuts dangle |
Hit the turf and sell game from every angle |
I’m quick to strangle a bitch if she start pretendin' |
Like you broke, girl you got money so start spendin' |
Break bread, tramp that’s why I’m with ya |
Do I got to split ya, to make ya get the picture |