Roscoe P. Coldchain - Whut Itz All About lyrics

[Intro: Scratches by DJ Premier] "Okay, get ready now. Here he comes" "No doubt, you don't know what it's about" "Let me tell you what it's all about" [Verse 1] You ain't never been a hustler or been to jail You ain't nothing but a buster and I can tell By the tone of your voice and that rinky dink gold You're talking a mile a minute and gangsters talk in code Demented and crazed, the n***a has issues Pistols get used in case the rent's past due You getting paper, well man, I ain't asked you And guess what, my block does numbers To the point, 5-0 set a mobile home on my corner It's a mini police station, I work around the situation I got an appetite for destruction Sco knows the consequence [?] is full of corruption What I supposed to stop grinding 'cause it's hot, that's the wrong a**umption Take a block, set up shop, I can't stop pumping Smokers won't stop coming I ain't buying no food or clothes 'til this block starts jumping [Hook: Scratches by DJ Premier] "No doubt, you don't know what it's about" "Going against the kid" "Coldchain jack" "Yeah" "That's how we get down" "Let me tell you what it's all about" [Verse 2] n***a, watch what you say, don't you hear that echo over the phone The police is already watching the house We hustle in the middle of a school zone, how we don't love the kids? Can I help that at recess they learn how [?] pop up at my dope crib? Coldchain the medicine man, I give 'em a fix Black sedan, Grand Marquis Same as the cops so they can't mark me See I've seen people turn soda cans into [?] And n***as hop out of vans with bad intentions Get straight taken away Until this day, I never saw 'em again Like camouflage, I blend in Some say I talk about too much d**h and gunplay b**hes s** dick for weed and pills Deals gone bad, connects get k**ed [Hook] [Verse 3] You're talking too much, it appears you're light in the a** and heavy in the mouth Me? Write with my cash and kicking it south My current connect is currently living down in San Antonio, Texas Forty-five an ounce, 400 a pound Ramon, give me 20 of them things so I can bounce But if Ramon think I'm a dummy like I can't count Start to act funny about my business, Im'ma take him out I'm in the block vacating Alleviating situations as fast as I can I'll send you pussies on a permanent vacation [?] this time of the year Heard it feels like Hell right now, Im'ma send your a** right down So you can have a sit-down with Satan right now I have no fears, I embrace d**h with co*ked 4-pound To blow his black hood right now Y'all ain't making no noise, Coldchain's in your corner [?] my d** of choice Cool, calm, and collective so I'm never losing my poise Conversate with my mac so I'm never losing my voice, n***a I stay strapped [Hook 2x]