It's Cold Outside chords by The Rep
Intro 1
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Verse 1
Em
Ayo,
Am
it's cold outside, don't go outside
Em
I'm starin' outside my window
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And another brother just
got caught up,
Em
Because he was smokin' Adendo
Am
Lord knows I pray for this generation
C
Em
Cause it's about to end
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So if you go outside tonight
C
Em
You might not come back again
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I'm from the city, it ain't even the same
It's so hot, we got umbrellas
Em
and it ain't even rain
Where if you fly in the summer,
Am
you dyin' to leave back
C
Em
Where the illest white dude is an M,
it's Steve Nash
They money hungry
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You cut him, they bleed cash,
frontin' on 22's
C
Em
Pup put tin', he needs guests,
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done done him like he's back
They touchin' them G -Stacks
Go to church, go home,
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get drunk and then relapse
Daddy can't pay the bills,
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but got a HDV
C
Em
They diagnosed little Johnny, he got ADD
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So they put him on pills like,
eh, just take these
C
Only five and he took the amphet
Em
amines to speed
Am
And all around the world,
man, that culture is dyin'
Pickin' signs for peace
Em
end up res ultin' in violence
The pain and the hurt,
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ain't no words to describe this
C
Em
So I cry out to the Lord,
please purge me from my sin
Am
Ayo, it's cold outside,
don't go outside
Em
I'm starin' outside my window
Am
And another brother just got caught up,
why?
Em
Because he was smokin' at Endo
Am
Lord knows I pray for this generation
C
Em
Cause it's about to en d
Am
So if you go outside tonight,
Em
you might not come back again
MTV don't really care
Am
about if you got kids
Man, they still tryna figure
Em
out who shot Big
While you at work,
Am
they learnin' where the UOP is
C
Never heard of Jesus,
Em
bet they know who Tupac is
So I'm raisin' my son,
Am
I teach him how to be a man
Em
Like this is not a storybook,
you are not Peter Pan
Am
I'm havin' dreams in my sleep,
I'm smokin' weed again
Em
Got so much stuff in my mind
that I need a pen
Am
So I can write down my thoughts
between the dotted lines
Em
I'ma make a million dollars
if I ain't got a dime
I want the dopest crib
Am
with the fattest closet
Em
Air Force is 31 flavors like Baskin Robbins
You know the promise land
Am
where the milk and honey flow
Em
I'm tryna see more pa
per than a runny nose
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But I don't need money to prove I'm rich
C
Em
It ain't about who I am,
but who I'm with
Am
Told my homies on the block
that got rocks to shovel
Em
I was sent here to tell you that
God loves you
Am
And that's my testimony,
I do this for all my homies
It's locked up in prison,
Em
the clock's bustin'
Hit em, pow,
Am
you don't have to give up now
C
Em
So if you fall down and get up, child,
why?
Cause there's so much more in life
Am
than what it seems, homie
Em
Barely, merely, life is but a dream, homie
Am
Why everybody keep play
in' with hell, homie?
You laugh, you think it's funny
Em
like David Chappelle, homie?
Am
The devil is alive, just sniffin' me,
smell phony
C
Em
I'm waiting on heaven's call,
I'm keeping my cell on me
Am
A lot of people dying for money,
how real is this?
Em
I ain't never seen a hearse
that came with a trailer hitch
Am
Yeah, I spit the truth,
but you can take what you want
Even Elvis leaned over
Em
and died taking a dump
Kids ditch the school,
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get high, lace in a blunt
Why the next day
Em
they found his body
placed in a trunk?
Am
The shawty waiting to pump,
they probably waiting to run
Em
Cause they can't get enough,
like Rodney's the taste of blood
Am
Let me guess, you was on the block,
raised as a thug
Like you was in a womb
Em
just probably playing with guns
Well I know a place
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and I pray you would come
Cause he loved you so much
Em
that God gave you his son
Am
And it was cold outside, you go outside
C
Em
I'm staring outside my window
Am
In another room that just
got called a Y
Em
Because he was smoking at though
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Lord knows I pray for the generation
C
Em
Cause it's about to end
Am
So if you go outside tonight,
Em
you might not come back again
Am
C
Em
Don't go
Am
Don't go outside little brother
Em
Am
Don't go outside little sister
C
Em
No, no, no, no, no
Am
Em
Hey I'm talkin' to you,
Am
C
I'm talkin' to you, yeah, yeah
Em
Am
Oh, no
Em
Don't go, don't go outside no more
Am
C
Em
Am
Outside no more, yeah, yeah
Em
Am
C
Yeah, come to Jesus,
Em
yes you need him
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Em
Yeah
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Thank you.
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