Texty:
Cold Meat

nigga from the streets was taught Stay cased up nigga, stay deep in court Reminiscin' on that cold cell, deep in thought Gettin' skinny, couldn't eat, 'cause the meat

Coolin' in my crib, cold video dubbin' FBI wanted? Huh, don't mean nuttin' They call that shit a crime? Yo, that shit's a joke Hit record on my dope remote

still lookin' funny Look like Winnie the Pooh Don't make me steal your honey OJ Da Juiceman, Keep it 100 Eatin' on some squirrel meat when I get hungry

It sells over four million burgers a year Just think, that's almost two pounds of meat My ice cream sandwich is lukewarm But my burrito is much too cold

there different flavors now? (Let's eat) Spam in my office, at work (It's the best) Think about the stuff it's made from Wonder if it's mystery of meat

rack of canned goods Baggy jeans, no Timbs, A.C.G. boots Living in the Crack Spot, banging at Sheek Louch The narcotics is far from garbage Whether it's cold

the music, the music [Common] Yo check it yo In this never-ending battle to please Niggas, magazine writers, MC's Who request hot shit, I freeze And tell em where I was rose, we always said cold

I got beef Carnival for carnivores with the sharp teeth Animalistic it's why we call the cops beast We're on the hunt, 'cause they're hungry for the dark meat

homeboy I call I wonder how many thought about Petey Pab When I was apache rappin' in the penetentury yard Eatin' wieners outa chanteens Smokin' on roll-ups, strokin' on my love meat