sick man cos [Chorus:] Girl I get dat cold sweat creepin' up on me I ache when you shake it Girl I'm just a freak Yeah, you set dat cold sweat trippin
Girl I get that cold sweat creepin' up on me I ache when you shake it, girl, I'm just a freak Yeah, you set that cold sweat trippin' on me Burnin' with
man cos [Chorus:] Girl I get dat cold sweat creepin' up on me Girl I'm just a freak I ache when you shake it Yeah, you set dat cold sweat Burnin
sick sick man cos [Chorus:] Girl I get dat cold sweat creepin' up on me I ache when you shake it Girl I'm just a freak Yeah, you set dat cold sweat
sick man cos CHORUS Girl I get dat cold sweat creepin' up on me I ache when you shake it Girl I'm just a freak Yeah, you set dat cold sweat trippin
To kill the crook they threw the book at me Don't worry be nappy, don't even look happy Put me in the hole, gave me cold cuts Did push-ups until I swoll
plastic. I smoke blunts on a regular buck when it counts. I'm tryin' to make a million dollars outta quarter ounce. And gettin' lost on the five-o, fuck
m the last one standin the rest die Victims of my lethal chrome cannon, Westside Though it's worldwide no one can deny my views Tracked it to my very fabric once the plastic blew Five
complainin' I'm might pleased we met 'Cause yo ffb u gimme just one little peck On the back of my neck And I break out in a cold cold sweat If I live
, pull you a cold glass of soda Signing off, Papoose, The Casanova. [Chorus:] Let's make love (Let's make love) Let's make love, right now Till the sweat
worship u vanity If Five ?? you nigga maintain humanity - insanity Hope you see the light - like the prism's true colors Only a few remain brothers, fuck the others In this cold
on earth my own personal hell No matter how high I climbed,somehow I always fell I guess a lot of players got this story to tell No matter how cold you
a rip shop Tell that ass drop Five o Ice, yo fuck a damn cop! Cause I move hard and cold With a gangster stroll Five thousand dollar suits And fly gold
you're in for, right? [ VERSE 1 ] Blood flows like sands in the hourglass Cash moves everything Bitches in g strings Gats flashin, mothers make cream on a stick move Improve your dope flow Cold
re not, gangstas you ain't You're faintin', punk, if you ever heard a gunshot Yo, the pusher, the player, the pimp gangsta, the hustler High Roller, dead pres folder Is cold
