เนื้อเพลง Cot Damn - Clipse

{Chorus - Pharrell}
Cot' damn, it's a new day
Cot' damn, but the n*gga wanted money
Hoooo, hoooo, hoooo
Cot' damn

{Verse 1 - Malice}
Uh, they just 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 nothin' 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*ggas that 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*tch I'm liable to splatter ya sh*t
Light up ya world, 'til you start to stagger and sh*t
Watch how them hollows straight, ravel ya sh*t
And I leave it to y'all, to freestyle and battle and sh*t
That's not me, I'm all at home wit the chrome
Or that play wit the yay, moving 12 for a zone, I'm gone

{Chorus - Pharrell}
Cot' damn, it's a new day
Cot' damn, but the n*gga wanted money

{Verse 2 - Ab-Liva}
God damn, when that white hits the pen 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'ma toss 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*gga that they gave they soul and hearts to mistreat you
N*gga told, they breaking my heart on the streets so
Watch the phonies, watch ya homies
We pop, pop, drop you homey

{Chorus - Pharrell}
Cot' damn, it's a new day
Cot' damn, but the n*gga 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 Curtis Mayfield's music
(Are you a pusher), 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 the n*gga wanted money

{Verse 4 - Roscoe P. Coldchain}
I been if I die of starvation, things is f*cked 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
Lee watch you see the situation be corrected
You know happens, why must I be 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*gga fighting crime, go ahead and tell the police
Cause every move you make
I'ma throw a slug, and hope you choke blood
N*gga 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*ggas 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' damn, it's a new day
Cot' damn, but the n*gga wanted money
Hoooo, hoooo, hoooo
Cot' damn

{Skit at end of the track begins}