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Песня: Cot Damn
[Chorus: Pharrell]
Cot damn!
It's a new day!
Cot damn!
But that nigga wanted money!
Hoooo, uh, hoooo, uh,
Hoooo, uh, cot damn!

[Verse 1: Malice]
Uh, they just can't understand or fathom my demeanor,
Unapproachable appearance to how I pack the ninas,
Out of two Clipse, they say Malice the meanest,
Got love for guns and caine, let nothing come between us.
You mistook me for a rapper, huh?
Well that makes me an actor, 'cause I would rather clap a gun
And buck on them niggas who hate,
Who wanna be in my shoes, live my life but can't carry my weight.
I understand that the envy is part of the game,
But make no mistake, you and I, we are not the same.
Nah, bitch, I'm liable to splatter ya shit,
Light up ya world 'til you start to stagger and shit,
Watch how them hollows straight rattle ya shit,
And I leave it to y'all to freestyle and battle and shit,
That's not me, I'm more at home with the chrome
Or at play wit the yay, movin' 12 for a zone, I'm gone.

[Chorus: Pharrell]
Cot damn!
It's a new day!
Cot damn!
But that nigga wanted money!

[Verse 2: Ab-Liva]
God damn, when that white hits the pan and
Comes back hard, I can account for every gram, and
The streets molded the man I am –
The pimp, the hustler, the crook, the killer, gorilla.
Traits of a blow dealer cost my fame,
I hustle, I'm rich, blow scrilla, I'm the torch that, carry the game,
The flame I throw, crack change came from blow,
Push the O's, six lay close,
Hug the streets, I hug the beat, change flows,
Thug the streets, my love is deep, my pain shows,
My heart's on a sleeve-a,
Nigga that they gave they soul and hearts to mistreat you,
Nigga told they breakin' my heart on the streets so,
Watch the phonies, watch ya homies, we pop-pop, drop you, homie.

[Hook: Pharrell]
Cot damn!
It's a new day
Cot damn!
But that nigga wanted money

[Verse 3: Pusha T (Pharrell)]
They call me Pusha for one reason
'Cause I keep that sniff all seasons,
Whether the price is up or down
I keep a mound to pitch from, you don't have to shop around.
When it come to that money, I get stealth,
Three guns is fortune, and I don't mind sharin' my wealth.
Dawg, I know about life,
I been around the world thrice times, I mean what I say,
From that Panama sun to France's Champs-Élysées,
Grind so deep-rooted, I can't turn away,
To sell base is now somewhat therapeutic,
Hear what I say, please don't confuse it.
My verses heal, like Curt Mayfield's music,
(I'm your pusha) Damn right! I treat ya nose to hook ya
And only pull back to cook ya, partner.

[Chorus: Pharrell]
Cot damn!
It's a new day
Cot damn!
But that nigga wanted money

[Verse 4: Roscoe P. Coldchain]
I be damned if I die of starvation, things is fucked up as is,
So I bangs my cabbage; do you not know the most effective
Way of gettin' money? Pull yo gun rapidly
And watch you see the situation be corrected.
Lord Heavens, why must I live so devilish?
They say whatcha do comes back on you two times,
I shoulda been died, but I'm still walkin' around with two nines.
Who wants to be a millionaire? Me, and you ain't got no more life lines,
You a snitch nigga fightin' crime, go ahead and tell the police.
'Cause every move you make, I'ma throw a slug
And hope you choke blood, nigga, on every breath you take.
Not to be broke, 'cause Coldchain's fate witness,
Naturally spittin' from me, human gat, field to the limit,
Head to diminish, loud niggas talkin' gibberish,
Grind beef, I deliver it with complimentary service,
For certain, live in the living room, searchin' to hurtin' you.

[Chorus: Pharrell]
Cot damn!
It's a new day
Cot damn!
But that nigga wanted money
Hoooo, uh, hoooo, uh
Hoooo, uh, cot damn!

Перевод песни:
Твоюш мать

[Припев: Pharrell]
Твоюш мать!
Настал новый день!
Твоюш мать!
Но тот ниггер хотел денег!
Ху-у-у-у! Ху-у-у-у!
Ху-у-у-у! Твоюш мать!
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