Cold Shoulder Intro

Cold shoulder
Cold shoulder
Cold shoulder

I say damn, listen to the thoughts that I deliver
A nigga, who can't relate, might catch a dilemma
My moves are like the cube titled Rubix when configured
My riddles aren't released with hints, Edward Nigma
I do this, my pen is a modern day Confucius
I'm a luscious outcast so I'm bumpin' that Sir Lucius
You douches, have nowhere near the funk of this here nuisance
Women smell and buy without me throwing in my two cents
I move with, sophisticated scholars who keep tools with
Them wherever they go, ready to smoke, whoever is moving
Against them, I know they got your card nigga I sent them
So don't come snitching to me, trying to get me to dismiss them
This system, is made for the elite and you're a victim
Of ignorance, so you cannot get with this
West side, I'm mobbin', your squad is insignificant
Jet high, I'm flying, your God is who I kick it with
Cold shoulder bitch

Yeah nigga
Huump Dutch Dodgers
You want that "turn up, turn up"
You in the wrong place my dawg
Ain't nothing sweet over here, ain't nothing nice
Ain't too much fun going on really it's serious around my parts
We need money, gold, and satisfaction, ya dig
So if y'all wanna have a good time man I suggest you take this out
Turn this off, go with somebody else, because you ain't gonna get it from me
I'm telling you man, we're from some handsome hoods
But grimy as hell
Handsome faces, ugly mentalities
Bow