Cold As Ice chords by J.R. Writer
Verse 1
A
All the swingin' young hip
Em
brothers dig me
Bm
A
I'm their symbol, I'm real
Em
Bm
With me they can relate and associate
B
You see, I came from those
same shabby shacks
Em
B
With those same funky rags
Bm
on my back
Em
But growin' up in a world of dog -eat -dog,
learned
That the dirtiest dog got the bone
Bm
Right on
B
Em
Meaning not the dog with the
A
loudest bark
Em
Bm
But the dog with the coldest heart
Em
A
Coldest heart I became the North Pole
Em
Bm
Em
A
Dm
Cold, cold, cold, cold, cold
Uh, yeah, good time I sit
Em
in my four corners
What? Four corners, four floors
Some raw, raw, off the floor
Like you're never thrown down
What's that?
That I be this lyrical, miracle,
typical, spiritual nigga who
What? These people are turning,
don't listen to
Uh -huh
Till I listen to him,
realize it's pitiful, despicable, original
Had to get a visual, it was printed, what?
For the man to get these fans
Dm
to just scream down his neck
Like he was standing next to Mystical
Em
Before this rapping book,
looking through my rapping book
I was rapping, clapping,
looking for a cap to just
A
Em
I ain't have to rap about
how much crack I push
Been dealing with Peter Pan
way before Captain Hook
Am
Em
Dust on the boat,
even had the captain hook
This nigga platter -puss,
he won't move a pack
He shook, movin' back, he shook
Dm
I done slapped some crooks,
I left em' like eff em'
For givin' me some nasty looks,
Em
I run with twelve goons
From midnight to twelve noon,
then let that twelve boom
Leave you with a shell wound,
I end up in that jail tune
I have a chick bringin' me balloons
like she wantin' me to get well soon
That's that coca -coca, cho -cha -ho -da -ho,
I'm so -so
Rollercoaster, Vida Vida, Loka Loka
Am
Em
Am
Em
Smoker, Smoker,
Smoker, Smoker,
Dm
Blow the stopper
The more I throw a chick chain,
Em
the more I'm Oprah Clown, I duds,
bring around the drugs
A brick a pound of duds,
that'll get the town to love
That's why I bling around in studs
Black diamonds make my bezel
look like the ring around your tub
I get the whole sweater,
all sick off the fifth and the fourth letter
Am
Homie, I'm an off -setter,
Em
F the board cheddar
Trick, I'm the man,
Dm
let I get in your pants
Am
Quicker than a cross -dresser
Em
Get out of here now
It's over, man
Can't you see it's over?
Am
Em
Get out of here, scram
Em
I got this shit on lock, man
Outro 1
Em
Em
Cold As Ice
J.R. Writer
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