I'm just recovering from ah setback now my 🔥 's been ignited all my confidence that's built inside of me keeps on persisting me to keep on trying got this dream I just can't let go and I'm after it plain and simple accepting failure's not's an option I could see myself rising to the point I'd have multiple careers and they all would skyrocket if y'all want me to "b real " I can't leave alone the chronic when they notice your on the high path to greatness they try to create some sort of blockage but I'm still moving forward with my life and leaving whatever behind is toxic
[Chorus: Pharrell] Cot damn It's a new day Cot damn But that nigga wanted money [Post-Chorus: Pharrell & Malice] Hoo, uh, hoo, uh Hoo, uh, cot damn (Uh) [Verse 1: Malice] They just can't understand or fathom 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 nothin' come between us You mistook me for a rapper, huh? Well, that makes me an actor, 'cause I would rather clap a gun And buck on them niggas 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 Nah, bitch, I'm liable to splatter ya shit Light up ya world 'til you start to stagger and shit Watch how them hollows straight rattle ya shit And I'll leave it to y'all to freestyle and battle and shit That's not me, I'm more at home with the chrome Or at play wit the yay, moving twelve for a zone, I'm gone [Chorus: Pharrell] Cot damn It's a new day Cot damn But that nigga wanted money [Verse 2: Ab-Liva] God damn, when that white hits the pan it 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, gorilla Traits of a blow dealer course my veins 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 Os, six lay close Hug the streets, I hug the beat, change flows Thug the streets, my love is deep, my pain shows My heart's on the sleeve, uh Nigga that they gave they soul and hearts to deceit you Nigga told, they breaking my heart on the streets, so Watch the phonies, watch ya homies, we pop-pop, drop you, homie [Chorus: Pharrell] Cot damn It's a new day Cot damn But that nigga wanted money [Verse 3: Pusha T & 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 that money, I get stealth Three guns is fortune, and I don't mind sharing my wealth, dawg I know about life I been around the world thrice times, I mean what I say From that Panama sun to France's Champs-Élysées Grind so deep-rooted, I can't turn away To sell base is now somewhat therapeutic Hear what I say, please don't confuse it My verses heal like Curt Mayfield's music (I'm your pusha!) Damn right, I treat ya nose to hook ya And only pull back to cook ya, partner [Chorus: Pharrell] Cot damn It's a new day Cot damn But that nigga wanted money [Verse 4: Roscoe P. Coldchain] I'll be damned if I die from starvation, things is fucked up as is So I bangs my cabbage Do you wanna know the most effective way of gettin' money? Pull your gun rapidly, and watch, you'll see the situation be corrected Lord Heavens, why must I live so devilish? They say what you do comes back on you two times I shoulda been died, but I'm still walking around with two nines Who wants to be a millionaire? Me, and you ain't got no more life lines You a snitch nigga fighting crime, go ahead and tell the police 'Cause every move you make, I'ma throw a slug And hope you choke blood, nigga, on every breath you take Not to be broke, 'cause Coldchain's fate witness Naturally spitting from the human gat filled to the limit Here to diminish loud niggas talking gibberish You want beef? I deliver it with complimentary service For certain, live in the living room, searching and hurting you [Chorus: Pharrell] Cot damn It's a new day Cot damn But that nigga wanted money [Post-Chorus: Pharrell] Hoo, uh, hoo, uh Hoo, uh, cot damn [Skit] Dear Diary Here I am, once again, writing you 'bout this bitch-ass nigga You know I was fuckin' with him an' all that Supposed to been a creep thang I understood about his bitch, I accepted her But then he gon' come with this bullshit You know, after I had time invested in this motherfucker He gon' tell me, you know, "Things need to change a lil' bit We need to slow down a little bit" Slow down for what? Not for that bitch! I know you not tryna slow down with me for that motherfucking raggedy-ass bitch Yo' girl this, yo' girl that Your girl is a motherfucking fake wearing all that fake-ass shit She buying out of somebody else's motherfucking truck See, one thing 'bout me, I'm an authentic bitch I put yo' motherfucking ass on And you still buy her fake motherfucking shit Her and that teeny lil'-ass motherfucking car You gon' throw some cheap-ass twenty dollar rims on that motherfucker And you think you got some-motherfucking-body? Bitch, you ain't got no motherfucking-body I showed you the motherfucking ropes I showed you how to motherfucking dress With that little bit of money That you had at that point in motherfucking time I drained yo' motherfucking ass I drained yo' motherfucking ass broke, then you- Here you gon' riding 'round in a '95 car Tryna get it souped-up to a 2002, bitch, motherfucker
Malice saying we to hot New verses please c'mon! Hot Damn, its a new day Hot Damn, what them boys want the (money man) hooooo, hooooo hooooo, Hot Damn My how the boy's grown From roaming low into homes To homes of his own No catching up he's in a whole nother zone Still true to his roots Stay close to the chrome Haters stay clear of him Ya'll stand in cheer for him Got up out the game and over came Lets hear it for him Keep a new toy so I wonder how good Im not enjoying life im reliving my childhood Big chain monster, whip game bonkers Monster truck remind him of tonka Diamond M colour plush gold still gutter My deal is in the meals, Motherfucker and I aint stutter Bitter sweet, my lifes a musical From holding nose to roles gold The lords beautiful Before him im to shame to show my face But shes so mean can't help but to fall fom grace Motherfucker Hot Damn, its a new day Hot Damn, what them boys want them (money man) Hot Damn, when the white hit the pen it Twist and it tumbles, it Flips and it fumbles, I Mix it like gumbo, I Pitch it so suttle, I Keep hustle so pother feds I got'em wondering (wondering) What happened to that boy? Six maneuver, how to slip into that toy Is it the pimp the crook a hustler thing? The man the music the making the king Constantly builded by me A million men marching like Calling them the king kong The verse making the world sing My hearts on the sleeve-a ya'll basically just like my opinion The bars hoping the sun shines on them But you still gotta watch the phonies Watch your homies, we (*gunshots) got you homie Hot Damn, its a new day Hot Damn, what them boys want them (money man) Uhg... Handle the rock like non other Wrist over the stove, head under the cubbard In the kitchen 'til the fume make me feel smothered The way it melt fiends can't believe its not butter The way it melt he won't cop from non-other The he who hoes O's like crispy creams oven Or easy bake, pink D.V's make The presidential look like strawberry shortcake P? Imagine that royals royce crashed it we unscratched in, that billionaire boys club fashion, ugh You niggas is clones, I hand out styles like ice cream cones get the fuck out'a here Thats for real, my gats is real SL5 is looking like the batmobile Chrome lips with the matchinh wheel, ugh Both chains probably match a deal Ya'll dudes is a act for real Pusha Hot Damn, its a new day Hot Damn, what them boys want them (money man) You either salute deaf cause you looked at Thats what a old G told me That was the exact moment I decided to take a pact And if you owed me and if I decided to take it back It wasn't nicely expect Roscoe to put you back in place Im what you call a destructive war path It will be shell showers in todays forcast You a gangsta? I can't tell Your diamonds don't glimmer when the light hit Those jewels arn't genuine, because if it was I'm nice with it, I would have been took that That skin stacked in your pocket i would have been shook that And this world you gotta watch it, im here to warn ya Cats turn informa, over snow wrapped and wags My sons' home crying dont give me no slack Just put the mutherfucking money in the bag These words have been said as I hide behind glove and mask Coldchain's not your typical crook Im being watched, look at the camera linens in the bush Hot Damn, its a new day Hot Damn, but them boys want them (money man) hooooo, hooooo hooooo, hooooo Hot Damn
I miss when beats were good enough to kick back and just nod your head to like this.
I’m cooking up bars for classic beats
Str8 up classic! I miss The Neptunes era 🖖🏿🖖🏿
Pharrell’s signature 4 count! Priceless!
This song bangs
Classic Neptunes production YEZZUR 🖖🏻 VIRGINIA SOUND 🎹🥁 💣
Agreed! Are you from Virginia?
@@Andrey_SamZnaeshKakoino but I wish, it’s so amazing there 💃🏼🔥
I'm just recovering from ah setback now my 🔥 's been ignited all my confidence that's built inside of me keeps on persisting me to keep on trying got this dream I just can't let go and I'm after it plain and simple accepting failure's not's an option I could see myself rising to the point I'd have multiple careers and they all would skyrocket if y'all want me to "b real " I can't leave alone the chronic when they notice your on the high path to greatness they try to create some sort of blockage but I'm still moving forward with my life and leaving whatever behind is toxic
[Chorus: Pharrell]
Cot damn
It's a new day
Cot damn
But that nigga wanted money
[Post-Chorus: Pharrell & Malice]
Hoo, uh, hoo, uh
Hoo, uh, cot damn (Uh)
[Verse 1: Malice]
They just can't understand or fathom 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 nothin' come between us
You mistook me for a rapper, huh?
Well, that makes me an actor, 'cause I would rather clap a gun
And buck on them niggas 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
Nah, bitch, I'm liable to splatter ya shit
Light up ya world 'til you start to stagger and shit
Watch how them hollows straight rattle ya shit
And I'll leave it to y'all to freestyle and battle and shit
That's not me, I'm more at home with the chrome
Or at play wit the yay, moving twelve for a zone, I'm gone
[Chorus: Pharrell]
Cot damn
It's a new day
Cot damn
But that nigga wanted money
[Verse 2: Ab-Liva]
God damn, when that white hits the pan it
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, gorilla
Traits of a blow dealer course my veins
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 Os, six lay close
Hug the streets, I hug the beat, change flows
Thug the streets, my love is deep, my pain shows
My heart's on the sleeve, uh
Nigga that they gave they soul and hearts to deceit you
Nigga told, they breaking my heart on the streets, so
Watch the phonies, watch ya homies, we pop-pop, drop you, homie
[Chorus: Pharrell]
Cot damn
It's a new day
Cot damn
But that nigga wanted money
[Verse 3: Pusha T & 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 that money, I get stealth
Three guns is fortune, and I don't mind sharing my wealth, dawg
I know about life
I been around the world thrice times, I mean what I say
From that Panama sun to France's Champs-Élysées
Grind so deep-rooted, I can't turn away
To sell base is now somewhat therapeutic
Hear what I say, please don't confuse it
My verses heal like Curt Mayfield's music (I'm your pusha!)
Damn right, I treat ya nose to hook ya
And only pull back to cook ya, partner
[Chorus: Pharrell]
Cot damn
It's a new day
Cot damn
But that nigga wanted money
[Verse 4: Roscoe P. Coldchain]
I'll be damned if I die from starvation, things is fucked up as is
So I bangs my cabbage
Do you wanna know the most effective way of gettin' money?
Pull your gun rapidly, and watch, you'll see the situation be corrected
Lord Heavens, why must I live so devilish?
They say what you do comes back on you two times
I shoulda been died, but I'm still walking around with two nines
Who wants to be a millionaire? Me, and you ain't got no more life lines
You a snitch nigga fighting crime, go ahead and tell the police
'Cause every move you make, I'ma throw a slug
And hope you choke blood, nigga, on every breath you take
Not to be broke, 'cause Coldchain's fate witness
Naturally spitting from the human gat filled to the limit
Here to diminish loud niggas talking gibberish
You want beef? I deliver it with complimentary service
For certain, live in the living room, searching and hurting you
[Chorus: Pharrell]
Cot damn
It's a new day
Cot damn
But that nigga wanted money
[Post-Chorus: Pharrell]
Hoo, uh, hoo, uh
Hoo, uh, cot damn
[Skit]
Dear Diary
Here I am, once again, writing you 'bout this bitch-ass nigga
You know I was fuckin' with him an' all that
Supposed to been a creep thang
I understood about his bitch, I accepted her
But then he gon' come with this bullshit
You know, after I had time invested in this motherfucker
He gon' tell me, you know, "Things need to change a lil' bit
We need to slow down a little bit"
Slow down for what? Not for that bitch!
I know you not tryna slow down with me for that motherfucking raggedy-ass bitch
Yo' girl this, yo' girl that
Your girl is a motherfucking fake wearing all that fake-ass shit
She buying out of somebody else's motherfucking truck
See, one thing 'bout me, I'm an authentic bitch
I put yo' motherfucking ass on
And you still buy her fake motherfucking shit
Her and that teeny lil'-ass motherfucking car
You gon' throw some cheap-ass twenty dollar rims on that motherfucker
And you think you got some-motherfucking-body?
Bitch, you ain't got no motherfucking-body
I showed you the motherfucking ropes
I showed you how to motherfucking dress
With that little bit of money
That you had at that point in motherfucking time
I drained yo' motherfucking ass
I drained yo' motherfucking ass broke, then you-
Here you gon' riding 'round in a '95 car
Tryna get it souped-up to a 2002, bitch, motherfucker
🖖
CLIPSE, NEPTUNES, VIRGINIA, YESSIR 🖖🏻
757!
Malice saying we to hot
New verses please
c'mon!
Hot Damn, its a new day
Hot Damn, what them boys want the (money man)
hooooo, hooooo
hooooo, Hot Damn
My how the boy's grown
From roaming low into homes
To homes of his own
No catching up he's in a whole nother zone
Still true to his roots
Stay close to the chrome
Haters stay clear of him
Ya'll stand in cheer for him
Got up out the game and over came
Lets hear it for him
Keep a new toy so I wonder how good
Im not enjoying life im reliving my childhood
Big chain monster, whip game bonkers
Monster truck remind him of tonka
Diamond M colour plush gold still gutter
My deal is in the meals,
Motherfucker and I aint stutter
Bitter sweet, my lifes a musical
From holding nose to roles gold
The lords beautiful
Before him im to shame to show my face
But shes so mean can't help but to fall fom grace
Motherfucker
Hot Damn, its a new day
Hot Damn, what them boys want them (money man)
Hot Damn, when the white hit the pen it
Twist and it tumbles, it
Flips and it fumbles, I
Mix it like gumbo, I
Pitch it so suttle, I
Keep hustle so pother feds I got'em wondering (wondering)
What happened to that boy?
Six maneuver, how to slip into that toy
Is it the pimp the crook a hustler thing?
The man the music the making the king
Constantly builded by me
A million men marching like Calling them the king kong
The verse making the world sing
My hearts on the sleeve-a
ya'll basically just like my opinion
The bars hoping the sun shines on them
But you still gotta watch the phonies
Watch your homies, we (*gunshots) got you homie
Hot Damn, its a new day
Hot Damn, what them boys want them (money man)
Uhg... Handle the rock like non other
Wrist over the stove, head under the cubbard
In the kitchen 'til the fume make me feel smothered
The way it melt fiends can't believe its not butter
The way it melt he won't cop from non-other
The he who hoes O's like crispy creams oven
Or easy bake, pink D.V's make
The presidential look like strawberry shortcake
P?
Imagine that royals royce crashed it
we unscratched in, that billionaire boys club fashion, ugh
You niggas is clones,
I hand out styles like ice cream cones
get the fuck out'a here
Thats for real, my gats is real
SL5 is looking like the batmobile
Chrome lips with the matchinh wheel, ugh
Both chains probably match a deal
Ya'll dudes is a act for real
Pusha
Hot Damn, its a new day
Hot Damn, what them boys want them (money man)
You either salute deaf cause you looked at
Thats what a old G told me
That was the exact moment I decided to take a pact
And if you owed me and if I decided to take it back
It wasn't nicely expect Roscoe to put you back in place
Im what you call a destructive war path
It will be shell showers in todays forcast
You a gangsta? I can't tell
Your diamonds don't glimmer when the light hit
Those jewels arn't genuine, because if it was
I'm nice with it, I would have been took that
That skin stacked in your pocket i would have been shook that
And this world you gotta watch it, im here to warn ya
Cats turn informa, over snow wrapped and wags
My sons' home crying dont give me no slack
Just put the mutherfucking money in the bag
These words have been said as I hide behind glove and mask
Coldchain's not your typical crook
Im being watched, look at the camera linens in the bush
Hot Damn, its a new day
Hot Damn, but them boys want them (money man)
hooooo, hooooo
hooooo, hooooo
Hot Damn
💪🏾
757!
💥💥💣