Cold Outside
I keep the drop-top chopping like a workshop
Chicks be like a roadblock
Look at all the blow pops!
Plenty senoritas, all willing to greet you
But I'm in a double seater
Sorry babe, it's nice to meet you
I'm feeling great today
Yeah, they gone hate today
Yeah, we gone make a way
Cause it's the great L.A.!
I don't have to bribe
Just to get the heater played
I keep the slot jocks
Tipping like a meter-maid
When it's cold outside
I got my shades on
Still a sunny day
Getting love like I'm Faizon
Baby girl lean back
Breeze through you hear
Rockin La Perla Underwear
Something's vicious under there, yeah!
It's in my blood, homie
Got it like like a sick disease
It's the Big Mac with quarter pounds
Just call me Mickey D's
Yeah, food for thought, dog
I just gave you brunch
It's after 12?
All Hell! Well, just call it lunch!
I'm a smooth cat
Gliding down your city streets
Wrapped in something nice
With new shoes on his feet
Boppers staring
Begging can they get away
And I'm just looking like
"No baby not today!"
I'm so fresh, I'm so fly
You're rocking with the best
I can't even lie
And for them dude's hating
Acting real sly
I got something for you, homie
If you want to try
When it's cold outside
I bring the heat out
Don't even speak out
I think that you should be out
But anyway, I'm feeling so good
Just another average day up in my neighborhood
You know how we do it on my side of the tracks
Grind hard, ball harder & count big sticks
This is all day, sip Henny in the shade
It may sprinkle but it never rains on my parade!
Chicks be like a roadblock
Look at all the blow pops!
Plenty senoritas, all willing to greet you
But I'm in a double seater
Sorry babe, it's nice to meet you
I'm feeling great today
Yeah, they gone hate today
Yeah, we gone make a way
Cause it's the great L.A.!
I don't have to bribe
Just to get the heater played
I keep the slot jocks
Tipping like a meter-maid
When it's cold outside
I got my shades on
Still a sunny day
Getting love like I'm Faizon
Baby girl lean back
Breeze through you hear
Rockin La Perla Underwear
Something's vicious under there, yeah!
It's in my blood, homie
Got it like like a sick disease
It's the Big Mac with quarter pounds
Just call me Mickey D's
Yeah, food for thought, dog
I just gave you brunch
It's after 12?
All Hell! Well, just call it lunch!
I'm a smooth cat
Gliding down your city streets
Wrapped in something nice
With new shoes on his feet
Boppers staring
Begging can they get away
And I'm just looking like
"No baby not today!"
I'm so fresh, I'm so fly
You're rocking with the best
I can't even lie
And for them dude's hating
Acting real sly
I got something for you, homie
If you want to try
When it's cold outside
I bring the heat out
Don't even speak out
I think that you should be out
But anyway, I'm feeling so good
Just another average day up in my neighborhood
You know how we do it on my side of the tracks
Grind hard, ball harder & count big sticks
This is all day, sip Henny in the shade
It may sprinkle but it never rains on my parade!
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Writer(s): Linard Anderson
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