Cot Damn
Clipse Feat. Ab-Liva & Rosco Lyrics

Cot' damn! It's a new day!
Wow! It's a fresh start to a brand-new day!

Cot' damn! But the nigga wanted money!
Dang! The individual was focused on obtaining wealth!

Hou! Hou! Hou!
Expressing excitement or enthusiasm with a few quick shouts.

They just can't understand or fathom my demeanor
People struggle to comprehend my attitude and behavior

Unapproachable appearance to how I pack the ninas
My demeanor and possession of firearms make me seem inaccessible

Out of two, clipse they say malice the meanest
Of the two in the group Clipse, people say Malice is the most ruthless

Got love for guns and caine, let nothin' come between us
I have a fondness for weapons and cocaine and will let nothing interfere with that relationship

You mistook me for a rapper, huh
You presumed I was just a musician, right?

Well that makes me an actor, 'cause I would rather clap a gun
Since I prefer shooting a firearm, I might as well be considered an actor

And buck on them niggas who hate
I retaliate against those who despise me

Who wanna be in my shoes, live my life, but can't carry my weight
Those who desire to be in my position, live my lifestyle, but cannot handle the weight of my responsibilities

I understand that the envy is part of the game
I acknowledge that envy is a common occurrence in this industry

But make no mistake, you and i, we are not the same
Don't be confused; you and I have completely different situations

Naw, bitch, I'm liable to splatter ya shit
No, woman, I am capable of splattering your face

Light up ya world, 'til you start to stagger and shit
I will shoot at you relentlessly until you become disorientated and lose your balance

Watch how them hollows straight rattle ya shit
Witness the impact of the hollow point bullets as they shake your body violently

And I leave it to y'all, to freestyle and battle and shit
I let you all engage in the battle of words and freestyling, while I move on

That's not me, I'm more at home wit the chrome
That's not my forte; I feel more comfortable with firearms

Or at play wit the yay, moving 12 for a zone, I'm gone
I'd rather deal with cocaine and move 12 ounces of it at a time, then be on my way

God damn, when that white hits the pan and
Damn, when the cocaine hits the pan and

Comes back hard, I can account for every gram and
Returns with more potency, but I am able to keep track of every gram

The streets molded the man I am
My upbringing in the streets shaped who I am as a man

The pimp, the hustler, the crook, the killer, go-rilla
I have traits of a pimp, a hustler, a criminal, and a killer - someone not to be messed with

Traits of a blow dealer, cost my fame
Characteristics of a cocaine dealer, risking my reputation

I hustle, I'm rich, blow scrilla
I work hard, earn money, and deal with a large amount of cash

I'm the torch that, carry the game
I am the one who leads the way in this industry

The flame I throw, crack change came from blow
The heat I emit is from the cocaine I've dealt

Push the o's, six lay close
I sell ounces of cocaine and keep a low profile

Hug the streets, I hug the beat, change flows
I stay in the streets and in the flow of music, always adapting and changing

Thug the streets, my love is deep, my pain shows
I am deeply involved in the streets and it shows through the struggles and hardships I face

My hearts on a sleeve-a
I wear my emotions on my sleeve

Nigga that they gave they soul and hearts to mistreat you
Individuals who mistreat you were close to you and should have given you their souls and hearts

Nigga told, they breaking my heart on the streets so
I've been betrayed, breaking my heart in the streets

Watch the phonies, watch ya homies
Be cautious of fake people and even those you consider friends

We pop-pop, drop you homie
We'll shoot you and leave you on the ground

They call me pusha for one reason
I'm called pusha for a reason

'Cause I keep that sniff all seasons
Because I always have cocaine available to sell

Whether the price is up or down
Regardless of market fluctuations

I keep a mound to pitch from, you don't have to shop around
I have enough cocaine to sell, so you don't have to search for other dealers

When it come to that money, I get stealth
When it comes to making money, I am sneaky and covert

Three guns is fortune, and I don't mind sharing my wealth
Having three guns is valuable and I'm willing to share the profits I make

Dog, I know about life
My experiences have taught me a lot about life

I been around the world thrice times, I mean what I say
I have traveled around the world three times and I speak the truth

From that panama sun, to france's champs-élysées
From the sunny beaches of Panama to the luxurious Champs-Élysées in France

Grind so deep-rooted, I can't turn away
My hustling lifestyle is so ingrained that I cannot leave it behind

To sell base is now somewhat therapeutic
Selling cocaine is now a coping mechanism for me

Hear what I say, please don't confuse it
Listen to what I'm saying and don't misconstrue my words

My verses heal, like curt mayfield's music
My lyrics have a healing quality, much like the music of Curt Mayfield

(I'm your pusha!), damn right
I am your dealer, absolutely

I treat ya nose to hook ya
I supply you with cocaine to get you addicted

And only pull back to cook ya, partner
And I only back off momentarily to cook more cocaine

I be damned if I die of starvation, things is fucked up as is
I refuse to starve to death because things are already messed up

So I bangs my cabbage, do you not know the most effective
So I hustle and earn money, don't you know the best way to make cash?

Way of gettin' money, pull yo gun, rapidly
The most effective way to acquire money is to pull out your gun quickly

And watch you see the situation be corrected
And you'll see how easily the situation can be fixed

Lord heavens, why must I live so devilish
Oh, heavens above, why must my life be so wicked

They say whatcha do comes back on you two times
The saying goes, 'what goes around comes around' and affects you doubly

I shoulda been died, but I'm still walking around wit two nines
I should have been killed already, but I continue to carry two guns

Who wants to be a millionaire, me, and you ain't got no more life lines
I want to be a millionaire, and you have no more chances to succeed

You a snitch nigga fighting crime, go ahead and tell the police
You are a snitch trying to catch criminals, go ahead and report me to the authorities

'Cause every move you make, I'mma throw a slug
Because every move you make, I will shoot at you

And hope you choke blood, nigga, on every breath you take
And I hope you cough up blood with every breath you take

Not to be broke, cause coldchain fate witness
I cannot afford to be penniless because fate is on the line

Naturally spitting from me, human gat, field to the limit
I have a natural propensity to rap and I am like a human gun, reaching my full potential

Head to diminish, loud niggas talking gibberish
Others may talk nonsense, but I keep my head down and focus

Grind beef, I deliver it, with complimentary service, for certain
I work hard at my grind and provide excellent service as well

Live in the living room, searching to hurting you
I live for the fight and actively search for ways to harm you

Cot' damn!
Wow!/Dang!