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Текст песни J-Dawg - Cold Blooded

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[First Verse]Nobody wanna fuck with a ghetto bastardExcept for the pastorWith a long criminal record of harassment on lil` girlsIn the real World is where he takes `emAnd in the name of God, rapes `emAnd lies to `em sayin` that if they tell somebody God`ll hate `emTake `em to the basement placin` scars on these kids for lifeDroppin` `em off and off to his house on to his kids and wifeIn the middle of the night somethin` just ain`t feelin` right, so he go to the churchIn front the church you see with a pen and pictures just a hoe and a purseHe spoke first, she opened up her purse and bucked him in his chestPut him to rest for puttin` his hands up under her daughter`s dressA quarter best, she goin` to jail for first degree, murderHe goin` to Hell that`s on the real cuz he deserves toLook, that`s word to the man he has to answer to for the shit he didIn three years, he done molested over sixteen kidsNow she did what she was supposed to do, black womanDoin` time for the crime of mindin` our young onesNow ain`t that cold?Chorus (uncredited singer):It`s so cold, cold bloodedIt`s so cold, coooooooldCold bloodedCold bloodedCold blooded(2x)[Second Verse]Belinda seventeen, fuckin` with this nigga say he love herKinda lame to the game, now they up under the coverDid his thing and then jetted, promised to call when he got home(What time?) Must have never made it cuz he never rang the phoneAnother case of niggas fuckin` over young girls, but waitBelinda feelin` funny plus his period was lateHer breasts gettin` bigger, nigga claimin` he ain`t the fatherIt`s hard head and tellin` Moms is even harderHer juvenile daughter was now becomin` a womanHard times comin` so away Belinda was runnin`With no destination she got a bus and headed NorthWith an unborn father and his child payin` the costSay boss? Now ain`t that cold?Chorus[Third Verse]He in the pen doin` time while his girlfriend was havin` his kidA spittin` image, so he couldn`t deny the kid was hisHe did five, for two-eleven, now he back on the streetsNeed money? Got a job so his family could eatNo application needed, he was recommended by friendsLet him go soon as they found he did some time in the penNow time and again, payin` for what he did in the pastOn the streets, breathin` his lucky charm, fiendin` for cashTook his last check, bought his family food and then scoredA quarter ounce, but look, that`s all the fuck the man could affordGot the right mentality tryin` to provide for his kidTryin` to make up for bein` absent for the first five yearsIdea for makin` money wasn`t sellin` no crackThe street life, steady callin` now he can`t hold backHe wide open, others see him so they plottin` a jackWatch him sell crack, then they watch him pocket his snapsNot even knowin` that this nigga got a family at homeThem boys caught him, checked his pockets, then put one in his domeNow he gone, daughter cryin` cuz her Daddy was stoleBless his soul, cuz now the back of his head got a holeNow ain`t that cold?Chorus

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