Cot Damn Clipse (Ft. Ab-Liva, Pharrell Williams & Roscoe P. Coldchain)

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

[Post-Chorus: Pharrell Williams & Malice]
Hoo, uh, hoo, uh
Hoo, uh, cot damn (Uh)

[Verse 1: Malice]
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 nothin' 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'll 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, moving twelve for a zone, I'm gone