Cot' Damn Lyrics - Lord Willin - Clipse

Cot damn, it's a new day 

Cot damn, but the nigga wanted money 

Hoo, hoo, hoo, oh, cot damn 

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 

Naw 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 leave it to y'all, to freestyle and battle and shit 

That's not me, I'm more at home wit the chrome 

Or that play wit' the yay, movin' 12 for a zone, I'm gone 

Cot damn, it's a new day 

Cot damn, but the nigga wanted money 

Cot damn, 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, gorilla 

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 sleevea 

Nigga that they gave they soul and hearts to mistreat you 

Nigga told, they breakin' my heart on the streets so 

Watch the phonies, watch ya homies 

We pop, pop, drop you homey 

Cot damn, it's a new day 

Cot damn, but the nigga wanted money 

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 sharin' my 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 a pusha?) 

Damn right, I treat ya nose to hook ya 

And only pull back to cook ya, partner 

Cot damn, it's a new day 

Cot damn, but the nigga wanted money 

I been if I die of starvation, things is fucked up as is 

So I bangs for my cabbage 

Do you not know the most affective way of gettin' money 

Pull yo gun, rapid 

Leave and watch you see the situation be corrected 

Lord Heavens, why must I be so devilish 

They say whatcha do comes back on you two times 

I shoulda been died, but I'm still walkin' around wit two nines 

Who wants to be a millionaire? Me, and you ain't got no more life lines 

You a snitch nigga fightin' 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 fate witness 

Natural spittin' from me, [Incomprehensible], field to the limit 

Head to the menace, loud niggas talking gibberish 

Ground beef, I deliver it, you cock the mineral [Incomprehensible], for certain 

Live in the livin' room, searchin' to hurtin' you 

Cot damn, it's a new day 

Cot damn, but the nigga wanted money 

Hoo, hoo, hoo 

Cot damn