Cot Damn (Explicit)
Clipse"Cot Damn (Explicit)" is a song by Clipse, released in 2002 in the Pop genre. The song is 4:50 long and contains 166 lines and 697 words.
Lyrics
0:01Cot d**n
0:03It's a new day
0:06Cot d**n
0:08But the n***a wanted money
0:19Hoooo
0:19Hoooo
0:19Hoooo
0:19Hot d**n
0:20Verse 1 Malice
0:20They juss can't understand or phathom my demeanor
0:23Unapproachable appearance to how I pack the ninas
0:26Out of two
0:27Clipse they say Malice the meanest
0:28Got love for guns and caine
0:30Let nuttin come between us
0:31You miss took me for a rapper huh
0:33Well that makes me an actor
0:35Cause I would rather clap a gun
0:37And buck on them n***as who hate
0:38Who wanna be in my shoes
0:40Live my life
0:40But can't carry my weight
0:42I understand that the envy is part of the game
0:44But make no mistake
0:45You and I
0:46We are not the same
0:47Naw b***h I'm liable to splatter ya s**t
0:50Light up ya world
0:51'Til you start to stagger and s**t
0:52Watch how them hollows straight
0:54Rattle ya s**t
0:55And I leave it to y'all
0:56To freestyle and battle and s**t
0:58That's not me
0:59I'm more at home wit the chrome
1:00Or that play wit the yay
1:01Moving 12 for a zone
1:03I'm gone
1:04Chorus Pharrell
1:06Cot d**n
1:06It's a new day
1:09Cot d**n
1:11But the n***a wanted money
1:13Verse 2 Ab Liva
1:13God d**n
1:15When that white hits the PAN AND
1:16Comes back hard
1:17I can account for every GRAM AND
1:19The streets molded the man I am
1:21The pimp
1:21The hustler
1:22The crook
1:22The killer
1:23Go rilla
1:24Traits of a blow dealer
1:25Cost my fame
1:26I hustle
1:26I'm rich
1:27Blow scrilla
1:28I'M THE TORCH that
1:29Carry the game
1:30The flame I throw
1:31Crack change came from blow
1:32Push the O's
1:33Six lay close
1:34Hug the streets
1:35I hug the beat
1:36Change flows
1:37Thug the streets
1:38My love is deep
1:39My pain shows
1:40My hearts on a sleeve a
1:41N***a that they gave they soul and hearts to mistreat you
1:44N***a told
1:45They breaking my heart on the streets so
1:47Watch the phonies
1:48Watch ya homies
1:48We pop
1:49Pop
1:49DROP you homie
1:51Chorus Pharrell
1:54Cot d**n
1:54It's a new day
1:57Cot d**n
1:59But the n***a wanted money
2:00Verse 3 Pusha T and
2:00Pharrell
2:01They call me Pusha for one reason
2:03Cause I keep that sniff all seasons
2:06Whether the price is up or down
2:08I keep a mound to pitch from
2:10You don't have to shop around
2:11When it come to the money
2:13I get stealth
2:13Three guns is fortune
2:15And I don't mind sharing wealth
2:16Dog
2:17I know about my life
2:19I been around the world thrice times
2:21I mean what I say
2:22From that Panama sun
2:23The French chanzalize
2:24Grind so deep rooted
2:26I can't turn away
2:27The sell base is now
2:29Somewhat therapeutic
2:30Hear what I say
2:31Please don't confuse it
2:33My verses heal
2:34Like Curt Mayfield's music
2:35Are you pusha
2:36D**n right
2:37I treat ya nose to hook ya
2:38And only pull back to cook ya
2:40Partner
2:41Chorus Pharrell
2:43Cot d**n
2:44It's a new day
2:47Cot d**n
2:49But the n***a wanted money
2:50Verse 4 Roscoe P
2:51Coldchain
2:51I been if I die of starvation
2:52Things is f**ked up as is
2:54So I bangs my cab bage
2:55Do you not know the most affective way of gettin' money
2:58Pull yo gun
2:58Ra pid
2:59LEAVE and watch you see the situation be corrected
3:02Lord Heavens
3:03Why must I live so devilish
3:04They say whatcha do comes back on you two times
3:07I shoulda been died
3:07But I'm still walking around wit two nines
3:09Who wants to be a millionaire
3:11Me
3:11And you ain't got no more life lines
3:12You a snitch n***a fighting crime
3:14Go ahead and tell the police
3:15Cause every move you make
3:16I'ma throw a slug
3:17And hope you choke blood
3:18N***a on every breath you take
3:20Not to be broke
3:21Cause Coldchain fate witness
3:23Naturally spitting from me
3:24Hearing the gat
3:25Field to the limit
3:26Head to the menace
3:27Loud n***as talking gibberish
3:28Ground beef
3:31I deliver it
3:33You cock the mineral shirt
3:42For certain
3:56Live in the living room
4:02Searching to hurting you
4:06Chorus Pharrell
4:10Cot d**n
4:15It's a new day
4:22Cot d**n
4:26But the n***a wanted money
4:33Hoooo
4:35Hoooo
4:38Hoooo
4:44Cot d**n
4:50Skit at end of the track begins
Cot d**n It's a new day Cot d**n But the n***a wanted money Hoooo Hoooo Hoooo Hot d**n Verse 1 Malice They juss can't understand or phathom my demeanor Unapproachable appearance to how I pack the ninas Out of two Clipse they say Malice the meanest Got love for guns and caine Let nuttin come between us You miss took me for a rapper huh Well that makes me an actor Cause I would rather clap a gun And buck on them n***as who hate Who wanna be in my shoes Live my life But can't carry my weight I understand that the envy is part of the game But make no mistake You and I We are not the same Naw b***h I'm liable to splatter ya s**t Light up ya world 'Til you start to stagger and s**t Watch how them hollows straight Rattle ya s**t And I leave it to y'all To freestyle and battle and s**t That's not me I'm more at home wit the chrome Or that play wit the yay Moving 12 for a zone I'm gone Chorus Pharrell Cot d**n It's a new day Cot d**n But the n***a wanted money Verse 2 Ab Liva God d**n When that white hits the PAN AND Comes back hard I can account for every GRAM AND The streets molded the man I am The pimp The hustler The crook The killer Go rilla Traits of a blow dealer Cost my fame I hustle I'm rich Blow scrilla I'M THE TORCH that Carry the game The flame I throw Crack change came from blow Push the O's Six lay close Hug the streets I hug the beat Change flows Thug the streets My love is deep My pain shows My hearts on a sleeve a N***a that they gave they soul and hearts to mistreat you N***a told They breaking my heart on the streets so Watch the phonies Watch ya homies We pop Pop DROP you homie Chorus Pharrell Cot d**n It's a new day Cot d**n But the n***a wanted money Verse 3 Pusha T and Pharrell They call me Pusha for one reason Cause I keep that sniff all seasons Whether the price is up or down I keep a mound to pitch from You don't have to shop around When it come to the money I get stealth Three guns is fortune And I don't mind sharing wealth Dog I know about my life I been around the world thrice times I mean what I say From that Panama sun The French chanzalize Grind so deep rooted I can't turn away The sell base is now Somewhat therapeutic Hear what I say Please don't confuse it My verses heal Like Curt Mayfield's music Are you pusha D**n right I treat ya nose to hook ya And only pull back to cook ya Partner Chorus Pharrell Cot d**n It's a new day Cot d**n But the n***a wanted money Verse 4 Roscoe P Coldchain I been if I die of starvation Things is f**ked up as is So I bangs my cab bage Do you not know the most affective way of gettin' money Pull yo gun Ra pid LEAVE and watch you see the situation be corrected Lord Heavens Why must I live so devilish They say whatcha do comes back on you two times I shoulda been died But I'm still walking around wit two nines Who wants to be a millionaire Me And you ain't got no more life lines You a snitch n***a fighting crime Go ahead and tell the police Cause every move you make I'ma throw a slug And hope you choke blood N***a on every breath you take Not to be broke Cause Coldchain fate witness Naturally spitting from me Hearing the gat Field to the limit Head to the menace Loud n***as talking gibberish Ground beef I deliver it You cock the mineral shirt For certain Live in the living room Searching to hurting you Chorus Pharrell Cot d**n It's a new day Cot d**n But the n***a wanted money Hoooo Hoooo Hoooo Cot d**n Skit at end of the track begins
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