In your cold light I make this gun my lawful wife In your cold light I come alive with a stanley knife In your cold light I can see right through my life
Spider: Aw, I didn't say that . . . John: But the pigs are essentially pigs John: If we could either move the smoke or if we turn the cold light on it
m going thru' it But babe don't weep I didn't do it The light was dim, I never knew it's a sin To drink cold tea That pig he was rough Trailed
the motherfuckers ?? Caddy like our own A sack of fruit and a bong like my own Some might say, take a chill D But fuck that shit there's a pig trying
want from the records I've sold Jacuzzi's hot, Cristal is so cold Neighbors catch contacts, from the blunts that I've rolled A pig in a blanket, a smoke
before Doc escape row Thirsty, snippin' out a pig nose My Benz too, with wings and 6-0's My flows is North Pole cold My hands got area's that fits snow
Jesus Or give him a spoon to dig a hole What all he done ain't no one's business But he'll need blankets for the cold They dim the lights over on Broadway
zipcode Tiptoed, before Doc escape row Thirsty, snippin' out a pig nose My Benz too, with wings and 6-0's My flows is North Pole cold My hands got area
zip code Tiptoed, before Doc hit skid row Thirsty, sniffin' out a pig nose My Benz built with wings and 6-0's My flows is North Pole cold My hands
anything I want from the records I've sold Jacuzzi's hot, cristal is so cold Neighbours catch contacts from the blunts that I've rolled A pig in a blanket
lay it for the mix tapes Quick to quake a label-mate The sound came outta rusted crate Surrounded by cobwebs Beat smooth enough to slide through like bobsleds On a cold
And now I know, I better take it slow 'Coz time marches on At nine I used to play me+ A lotta sand light ball I carried the pig skin when it turned
beenie hat on sloppily And promenade out to take up a collection I got game like I read the directions I'm wishing that I had an automobile As I feel the cold
again see the street lights, and that's trife Around my way they shot many teens And them cops better stop, or i'ma stop em, by any means The big l won't hesitate to cold
rhyme Not real life Cruising around town and the bass is up Running big time lights, I don't give a fuck Seen the police, put the peddle to the metal The pig
That nigga pussy doin' pig Latin He can't come to the hood Might kill him off, top up in the Staten Son think he better than niggas I think his rebels
