Delinquent Roscoe P. Coldchain (Ft. Pharrell Williams)

[Intro: Pharrell Williams and Rosco P. Coldchain]
Lord I've seen so many things
That make me wonder why
But if the Federalis comes to take my life
Just give me the wings to fly
And I'll say, to myself, yeah
What a wonderful..
Well well well, why don't you you roll your window down
I want you to see this

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams and Rosco P. Coldchain]
When a nigga is delinquent with cash in hand
Even if it's just a couple of grams
Nigga do what I do, nigga drop that motherfucker
Pop that motherfucker!

[Verse 1: Rosco P. Coldchain]
I done squeezed more guns than Charleton Heston
And if you niggas mouths persist to run on, I'm a continue to step on
Every limb on, every inch of yo body
You better hope the outlaw better never go broke
You fuck around you be the one being smacked around wit a gun
No joke slick, I'll shoot your papa and tie your mama up
Whoop out an eight and pull out a straight, bitch take a hit of this coke
Now, I advise you niggas to chill
My percentile rises in the battle field
Your gangsta rating declining when it's time to kill
You rewindin, is it Rosco's rhymes you feel?
Your eyes blinded, not from the ice but the light from my steel
Ya'll niggas never seen real bread
The Strongman type that buy car, brick
Home and bikes, all at the same time I haven't either
Basically what I'm saying I'll jam you, one Desert Eagle
Uhh, Coldchain Jack!