J-Dawg Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Cold Blooded Lyrics

[First Verse]

 Nobody wanna fuck with a ghetto bastard

 Except for the pastor

 With a long criminal record of harassment on lil' girls

 In the real World is where he takes 'em

 And in the name of God, rapes 'em

 And lies to 'em sayin' that if they tell somebody God'll hate 'em

 Take 'em to the basement placin' scars on these kids for life

 Droppin' 'em off and off to his house on to his kids and wife

 In the middle of the night somethin' just ain't feelin' right, so he go to the church

 In front the church you see with a pen and pictures just a hoe and a purse

 He spoke first, she opened up her purse and bucked him in his chest

 Put him to rest for puttin' his hands up under her daughter's dress

 A quarter best, she goin' to jail for first degree, murder

 He goin' to Hell that's on the real cuz he deserves to

 Look, that's word to the man he has to answer to for the shit he did

 In three years, he done molested over sixteen kids

 Now she did what she was supposed to do, black woman

 Doin' time for the crime of mindin' our young ones

 Now ain't that cold?

 

 Chorus (uncredited singer):

 

 It's so cold, cold blooded

 It's so cold, cooooooold

 Cold blooded

 Cold blooded

 Cold blooded

 

 (2x)

 

 [Second Verse]

 Belinda seventeen, fuckin' with this nigga say he love her

 Kinda lame to the game, now they up under the cover

 Did his thing and then jetted, promised to call when he got home

 (What time?) Must have never made it cuz he never rang the phone

 Another case of niggas fuckin' over young girls, but wait

 Belinda feelin' funny plus his period was late

 Her breasts gettin' bigger, nigga claimin' he ain't the father

 It's hard head and tellin' Moms is even harder

 Her juvenile daughter was now becomin' a woman

 Hard times comin' so away Belinda was runnin'

 With no destination she got a bus and headed North

 With an unborn father and his child payin' the cost

 Say boss? Now ain't that cold?

 

 Chorus

 

 [Third Verse]

 He in the pen doin' time while his girlfriend was havin' his kid

 A spittin' image, so he couldn't deny the kid was his

 He did five, for two-eleven, now he back on the streets

 Need money? Got a job so his family could eat

 No application needed, he was recommended by friends

 Let him go soon as they found he did some time in the pen

 Now time and again, payin' for what he did in the past

 On the streets, breathin' his lucky charm, fiendin' for cash

 Took his last check, bought his family food and then scored

 A quarter ounce, but look, that's all the fuck the man could afford

 Got the right mentality tryin' to provide for his kid

 Tryin' to make up for bein' absent for the first five years

 Idea for makin' money wasn't sellin' no crack

 The street life, steady callin' now he can't hold back

 He wide open, others see him so they plottin' a jack

 Watch him sell crack, then they watch him pocket his snaps

 Not even knowin' that this nigga got a family at home

 Them boys caught him, checked his pockets, then put one in his dome

 Now he gone, daughter cryin' cuz her Daddy was stole

 Bless his soul, cuz now the back of his head got a hole

 Now ain't that cold?

 

 Chorus