Roscoe P. Coldchain - Cocoa Leaf (No Relief) lyrics

[Pharrell in background] [Pharrell] Yo, hah huh, yo tell em [Verse - Pusha T] Pardon me, I flow too angry for some Introduce myself by waving a gun co*ked the banger, filled the barrell, pop minus one Pop again, lay his men flee now it's down Known for popping four and putting co*k in who*e Love expensive homes of stones with pocket doors I f** white whives, that drive white fives Go to court, testify for me and tell white lies When I pull up, the people say "HOT them boys!" 22 but childish how we cop them toys Sorry contradict myself, kinda hard to stop it Glock and my ski nose, piece out of the pocket [Verse - b**bonic] Hey yo it's b**bonic, tightest n***a around here I'm next level, motherf**ers is downstairs n***as call me a square, when I clock Cause I'm eating from four corners in one block, get it? Bottom line I'm the sh** at all times Come through in the five, grippin all dimes Let's weigh mine to yours I went to Vegas in '94, mind you I'm only 20 Ain't wit a whole lotta sh**, just money I'm so paid, that's why you n***as so funny X ya name, cause I'm next in the game to shine Y'all f*ggot rappers can't f** wit mine [Chorus - Rosco P. Coldchain] (2x) Y'all n***as walk wit no belief Y'all n***as talk wit no relief When you see me wit that .44 know it's me Give up that cash, or that pack, or that cocoa leaf [Verse - Fam-Lay] Fam-Lay ain't scared y'all Look, I swear I ain't scared Six shots at his mink cap, watch our sh** Look the n***a bout to die and he don't even know it I f**ed wit a lotta chicks that I don't even go at Have a suit from the coppers, the dope won't even throw it And y'all never knew I'm mad cause I won't even show it Calm demeanor, flips when I palm the nina I'm gifted, get sh** straight from Argentina Three vicious pimps but they moms is meaner Got big tit chicks, Lord y'all should see 'em The boss is heavy, let off cross and steady Or even straight through the middle like Dorsey Levy [Verse - Mr. Man] In the ML 430, block crack and twist em Bruce'll fall back b**h see the solar system Hoes - never kiss em, f** get a dick s**ed You better than what? More hoes than who? Can't na n***a ball like Mr. Man and Boo Gucci from the suit, shirt belt to the suit Now tell me what the f** am I supposed to do? When my block getting money, everything is fine Cop two bricks, stole ride roun' nine Now I'm the sh**, the clique is cool And we boost six hours shift, f** school f** ice, I got heat that'll blow your cool [Chorus] [Verse - Rosco P. Coldchain] Playas think they can stand infront of me? Wit that ice on Like as if Rosco wouldn't make their brains all crispy I'm far from patient, it take something minor to push me I thought my name was self explanatory, y'all n***as be asking for it Rosco's slang term for gun, P's for Porter Coldchain n***a I'll take yours and sport it And if you pussies got something to say about that You can chit chat wit me and my gat, that day about that On the spot, that moment, that second about that I'll pull the Heckling, co*k, and commense to pop Heat from the stove, oven stuffing baking your top And while you're on the pavement bleeding to d**h I'll proceed to inspect - your pockets Fingers, wrists, and your neck I want the platinum rings, watches, including baguettes [Verse - Malice] When I come it's wit 10 friends and a cross beam Red dot pulsating on his offspring Far from fiction what I kick in these flows I'm the proud pop of them twin fo fo's Mac and nine milly, ice quite chilly I chase that paper, being broke? that's silly What's worse than a group a n***as wit no say? We skip to the front of the line and don't pay His stash at the foot of the bed, you don't say Fill his Dolce wit more holes than crochet No deal go down wit out a gun involved Cause I'm raw like a Harley wit monkey bars [Chorus - to fade]