Released on August 19, 2003

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[Produced by The Neptunes]


[Intro: Rosco P. Coldchain]

Hey 'Rell this beat is

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[Hook: Rosco P. Coldchain/Pharrell Williams]

You know I keep a chrome, under seats and in the home

Without speaking you'll give me your chain

I'm Da Vinci, don't make me draw ya pain

They call me 'Sco, short for Rosco P. Coldchain


[Interlude: Rosco P. Coldchain]

Hey 'Rell this beat is

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[Verse 1: Pusha T]

It go hot waist, Desert taste

Four pounds of metal, triangle face

Hesi-tate, never, I'll put hole in whoever

Don't make Push Russian-Roulette ya

Gamble wit' ya life

Change came from cocaine I've measured

White was the treasure, comfort was the steel

I pedal to the corner like a child on a big wheel

Flow more sicker, so much shake in the street

They measure my weight in Richter

Make no mistake, I rhyme for the public

But still I push weight that make the ghettos quake

By all means, I've seen, I've lived

By 22 years old, 50 thousand dollar vehicles I rimmed

My dreams start over the stove

I ran over the globe and back again


[Interlude: Rosco P. Coldchain]

Hey 'Rell this beat is

Hot, Hot


[Hook: Rosco P. Coldchain/Pharrell Williams]

You know I keep a chrome, under seats and in the home

Without speaking you'll give me your chain

I'm Da Vinci, don't make me draw ya pain

They call me 'Sco, short for Rosco P. Coldchain


[Interlude: Rosco P. Coldchain]

Hey 'Rell this beat is

Hot, Hot


[Verse 2: Rosco P. Coldchain]

Y'all niggas really ain't got a pot to piss in

Or a window to throw it out of

I'm filthy but you better believe I got over a stack in my pocket though

Iceberg on the seams of my jeans? No!

I'm a Dickies and Timbs man, I'm not no Benz man

Delta '88 on rims man, with mirror tint

And four of my most militant men who's trying to stay sucka free

That's why they hang around me, cause I ain't print

Left em for diamonds and pearls, I'm not no bitch

I choose a mack before that attached 100 shot clip

I scare the shit outta bank tellers so I can become rich

That's how I make my living, I give em encouragement, "You're doing great!"

Keep chillin while I'm flashing the Glock in their face

I show em I can be appreciative, I tell em thanks for giving I'm sinning!

But Allah knows that I have three children

Now I'm somewhere in Utah relaxing to Jazz with a broad

Quarter mill in a stash, avoiding the law from afar


[Interlude: Rosco P. Coldchain]

Hey 'Rell this beat is

Hot, Hot


[Hook: Rosco P. Coldchain/Pharrell Williams]

You know I keep a chrome, under seats and in the home

Without speaking you'll give me your chain

I'm Da Vinci, don't make me draw ya pain

They call me 'Sco, short for Rosco P. Coldchain


[Interlude: Rosco P. Coldchain]

Hey 'Rell this beat is

Hot, Hot


[Verse 3: Boo-Bonic]

I'm starting wit the man in the mirror

A mask needed to make that change

That real doe, that point something paper

Like a 4.6 on a Range, new shit

Look, 'Bonic really been through shit

Pay close attention when Boo' spit

Uh, lack of that'll get you hit

And don't care who you'll come back through with, been around

Nigga front like he want his car spin around

Window drop block pop, spin around

Niggas stand up, looking for 'em, sit em down

And ya see 'em laid out

That's why when I was young I stayed out

And plus being pussy ya niggas is played out

I made means to get that cream

We all playas, all they say is, "How you get that team?"


[Interlude: Rosco P. Coldchain]

Hey 'Rell this beat is

Hot, Hot


[Hook: Rosco P. Coldchain/Pharrell Williams]

You know I keep a chrome, under seats and in the home

Without speaking you'll give me your chain

I'm Da Vinci, don't make me draw ya pain

They call me 'Sco, short for Rosco P. Coldchain


[Interlude: Rosco P. Coldchain]

Hey 'Rell this beat is

Hot, Hot