Текст (слова) песни: J-Dawg - Cold Blooded

 
[First Verse] 
Nobody wanna fuck with a ghetto bastard 
Except for the pastor 
With a long criminal record of harassment on lil` girls 
In the real World is where he takes `em 
And in the name of God, rapes `em 
And lies to `em sayin` that if they tell somebody God`ll hate `em 
Take `em to the basement placin` scars on these kids for life 
Droppin` `em off and off to his house on to his kids and wife 
In the middle of the night somethin` just ain`t feelin` right, so he go to the church 
In front the church you see with a pen and pictures just a hoe and a purse 
He spoke first, she opened up her purse and bucked him in his chest 
Put him to rest for puttin` his hands up under her daughter`s dress 
A quarter best, she goin` to jail for first degree, murder 
He goin` to Hell that`s on the real cuz he deserves to 
Look, that`s word to the man he has to answer to for the shit he did 
In three years, he done molested over sixteen kids 
Now she did what she was supposed to do, black woman 
Doin` time for the crime of mindin` our young ones 
Now ain`t that cold? 
 
Chorus (uncredited singer): 
 
It`s so cold, cold blooded 
It`s so cold, cooooooold 
Cold blooded 
Cold blooded 
Cold blooded 
 
(2x) 
 
[Second Verse] 
Belinda seventeen, fuckin` with this nigga say he love her 
Kinda lame to the game, now they up under the cover 
Did his thing and then jetted, promised to call when he got home 
(What time?) Must have never made it cuz he never rang the phone 
Another case of niggas fuckin` over young girls, but wait 
Belinda feelin` funny plus his period was late 
Her breasts gettin` bigger, nigga claimin` he ain`t the father 
It`s hard head and tellin` Moms is even harder 
Her juvenile daughter was now becomin` a woman 
Hard times comin` so away Belinda was runnin` 
With no destination she got a bus and headed North 
With an unborn father and his child payin` the cost 
Say boss? Now ain`t that cold? 
 
Chorus 
 
[Third Verse] 
He in the pen doin` time while his girlfriend was havin` his kid 
A spittin` image, so he couldn`t deny the kid was his 
He did five, for two-eleven, now he back on the streets 
Need money? Got a job so his family could eat 
No application needed, he was recommended by friends 
Let him go soon as they found he did some time in the pen 
Now time and again, payin` for what he did in the past 
On the streets, breathin` his lucky charm, fiendin` for cash 
Took his last check, bought his family food and then scored 
A quarter ounce, but look, that`s all the fuck the man could afford 
Got the right mentality tryin` to provide for his kid 
Tryin` to make up for bein` absent for the first five years 
Idea for makin` money wasn`t sellin` no crack 
The street life, steady callin` now he can`t hold back 
He wide open, others see him so they plottin` a jack 
Watch him sell crack, then they watch him pocket his snaps 
Not even knowin` that this nigga got a family at home 
Them boys caught him, checked his pockets, then put one in his dome 
Now he gone, daughter cryin` cuz her Daddy was stole 
Bless his soul, cuz now the back of his head got a hole 
Now ain`t that cold? 
 
Chorus
 

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