(Left side) Picture yourself just of nuclear fission With library cards and a metaphor skies (ha ha ha ha). Somebody quotes you, you read from a source
drumroll, please. wet, cold candy, clinking up these bare stairs a sweet pitter patter of sublime primitive rhythm, sunlight dances, the most playful
A hand, reaching out in total darkness. Touching soft, smooth skin. Fingers absent of stress, small, thin, but lively and warm. Palm the faintest damp
noise hypnotic and tribal brass buttons and knobs, melting together, as taut cat whiskers pulse. an angry snake, devours its mouse a la mode tail shaking
People coming to the shop, way from over the seas But still we some G's, or should I say that we back Coming down in a Impala, with the candy wet Coming
and refreshed my curl See I hip, hop, never will I stop Protect and serve you like Robocop Well my name is E in the place to be I like to drink cold
skin, if you care I sit in the corner of the room Cross-legged and quiet, filled with doom, mmhm I never ever liked the smell in here It's cold and wet
show And this is just the beginning I done had more woman then, ralph lauren stiches name in denim I had more chicks wet, than a titanic collision Then left 'em in the cold
the rest in the V-town [A-1] Thinking about the set up, trying to get my red up bout my cock this tech nine and get you wet up blue So what the fuck
loan me your ears for 15 minutes Walk with me Here the breakdown, pass the doja, .45 in the holster Hollow tips'll fold 'em, them niggaz they toy soldiers Oh, that boy colder
House of Windors at this red light Drop-top candy-apple red six-four pulls up to the side Tight-ass chrome, I swear this playa got wet paint Turn the
and nose candy We cold-hearted and strong, you heartless and wrong And I'm sniffin in shit tell the cartilage is gone I'm the stone cold heavyweight that
Why would you say I was the last one? All my bones they are gone, gone, gone Take my bones, I don't need none Cold, cold cupboard, lord, nothing to chew
this is the end [GLC] My brother told me a long time ago Don't focus where you been, focus where you trying to go! I swear the game make you cold like
[LL Cool J] Get the fuck out of here, I'm LL Cool Soakin wet with bad bitches in the indoor pool [Redman] Yo what am I, an animal? [LL] Cuz I bagged
my mind in a cold spell I'm cold but it ain't because of the weather I shoulda brought a sweater everytime I rap I get better I'm stackin my cheddar my car got candy
(feat. 8 Ball, Mr. Lee, Rell, E-Roc) [Hook: x2] I'm a Southern nigga, Houston Texas nigga Syrup sipper nigga, candy paint dripper Wood grain gripper
