Letra de COLD ASS 2 STEP - JasonMartin & DJ Quik

(Feat. ["DJ Quik","Suga Free","The Game"])

Yeah, yeah, yeah

What we on? What the vibe like?

Oh, okay, got her a Jack Daniels

She got her drink? She got her drink? You good? Uh

Yeah, whoa whoa

Take a shot 'til it's all gone

Mmm, feel good to be a rich nigga with a cold ass 2 step

Left right, left right, left right, left right (Cold ass 2 step)

Left right, left right, left right, left right (Cold ass, cold ass) (What?)

You need to stop bringin' all your fellas to the studio room

You don't need friends that bad

'Cause while we in here on the run up, they in here on the come up

And that's the quickest way to get you done up

So, meet the homies at the club where they all belong

After I put the finishing touches on this last song

Inviting artists to rhyme and go buck with me

But it's obvious, you niggas can't fuck with me

You're now rockin' with the best again

But how can you do it with no estrogen?

So bring the women who could cook me up some steak fries

'Cause me and Kym Whitley booty the same size

Alcohol makes you super, yeah, weed makes you stupid

When you mix 'em together, you're super stupid, man

Now make 'em balance out, smoke and bring your chalice out

Shroomin' in my room with all my fly groomin'

Let me rock it, let me rock, let me rock it, baby bomb

Let me rock it, that's all I wanna do

Let me rock it, let me rock, let me rock it, baby bomb

Let me rock it, that's all I wanna do

Yeah, whoa whoa

Take a shot 'til it's all gone

Mmm, feel good to be a rich nigga with a cold ass 2 step

Left right, left right, left right, left right (Cold ass 2 step)

Left right, left right, left right, left right (Cold ass, cold ass) (What?)

Dope dancers

Ayy, Tiptoe, I just realized I couldn't be saved by Pope Francis

Now go on and push me today

Talkin' 'bout you celibate — bitch, you need to give that pussy away

And fuck a point, B — I pray you die in your sleep

And every morning you wake up, you disappoint me, yay (What?)

Forever and a day

Ain't no bitch in my house in my motherfuckin' way

Tryna tell me what kinda Suga Free she think I should be

How to spend my money and disrespect my P

And play the motherfuckin' victim when the shit hit the fan

Like you ain't flirty and don't lie a lot but you understand

Bitch, you don't love me like my mama do, so fuck you, ho

And how you gon' argue with me about my money and you broke?

Yeah, whoa whoa

Take a shot 'til it's all gone

Mmm, feel good to be a rich nigga with a cold ass 2 step

Let me rock it, let me rock, let me rock it, baby bomb

Let me rock it, that's all I wanna do (Cold ass 2 step)

Let me rock it, let me rock, let me rock it, baby bomb

Let me rock it, that's all I wanna do (Cold ass, cold ass)

Left right, left right, left right, left right (Cold ass 2 step)

Left right, left right, left right, left right (Cold ass 2 step)

Left right, left right (Cold ass 2 step), left right, left right

(Nigga, better watch where you step)

DJ Quik

A'ight, you already know what I'm doing. We gon' slide to the motherfuckin' crib

You hear me?

Hell, hell nah, nigga, I stay in the Valley now, bitch, what you talkin' 'bout?

Yeah, my grandmama still stay where she stay, Rosecrans and Wilmington, you know what it is

We 'bout to head to the 'basas

Get down with me, baby bomb

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