[Killer Mike] You used to be my nigga though, my nigga though who’d ever thought you’d ever envy me and talk down on me to Jigga hoe say we was tight like Wayne (?) and it was money over b-tches even when we made it rain (?) Lucci over poochi no romance and I have never loved a hoe so no hoe-mance just my bro man, we got to the cash money but like Nino and g-money the money make shit go funny the bitches made it wicked the dopeless made it hopeless the coppers and the robbers with choppers make me they focus my n-ggas snitching and I’m like Lord have mercy my homie sold me out, my partner just hurt me and all for a bitch I hope the nigga catch herpes nah I’m fronting but at least the claps is hunting cos any other nigga I would have been clapping something instead of in the studio smoking and rapping something
[Chorus] and it’s cold outside you can count on your grown man
you my nigga though you still my nigga though I don’t fuck with you but you my nigga though [singing] and when it’s time to ride, yeah you can depend on me [Killer Mike] you my nigga though you still my nigga though I don’t fuck with you but yeah you my nigga though
[Ludacris] we was once 2 niggas of the same kind some pimps in our own, fucking mind on point at game time you would play your position then you came around and double crossed me like a ribbon oh no, abort mission some money’s missing went broke, I guess you got to get paid like tuition if not the President you got to be a politician but others like myself are trying to carry on tradition put women in submission, I used to need permission ta-daaa, now we running through tricks like a magician we smoking all the mirrors I knew something was wrong so I made up a new trick it’s called poof I’m gone now I see you on occasion and we holler at times cos things aint all peachy like the Georgia lottery sign and if you told me cocaine numbers I would think you was lying but you got to get your’s and fool I got to get mine Luda [Chorus] and it’s cold outside you can count on your grown man [Ludacris] you my nigga though you still my nigga though I don’t fuck with you but ah ah but you my nigga though [singing] and when it’s time to ride, yeah you can depend on me [Ludacris] I’m still your nigga though I’m still your nigga though I don’t fuck with you uhh uhh but you my nigga though
[Game - Verse 3] Hey, I had this other nigga who was my brother Jigga fan undercover, the blueprints of my life with different mothers we was the closest, out of my sisters and brothers two G’s closer than the Gucci belt but life’s a motha fucker when you dealing with paper man one of our ego’s got bigger than skyscrapers man after I put the documentary on them Daytons man around the Doctor everyday so I had patience man he didn’t, around the dope spot he was pacing man for digits, am I my brother’s keepers for real or not decisions he was in love with strippers sort of like a bee for honey and that was our separation like BG and Cash Money (damn) why does it got to be like that I was stacking paper on tour I was gon be right back (God damn) why you couldn’t you let your ego die if you see me rocking a hoody nigga you know why, [Chorus] when it’s cold outside you can count on your grown man [Game] you still my nigga though you my nigga though I don’t fuck with you ah ah but you my nigga though [singing] and when it’s time to ride, yeah you can depend on me [Game] You still my nigga though always be my nigga though I don’t fuck with you uhh uhh but you my bigger bro [Singing] when it’s cold outside you can count on your grown manTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
