Letra de ' Walkin In Da Cold ' de Bizzy Bone

-Bizzy Bone-Intro-
Get up in here and do this shit, you know what I'm sayin? (I know, ya better get in there and do it. You know?)/ (Fa' sho)/While I walking in the cold. Yeah, yeah... (While I'm walking in the cold) While I was walking in the cold! (While I'm walking in the cold, cold) The realer, the realer, the realer, the realer, the realer, the realer.Where my killas at?

-Chorus-Bizzy Bone-
While I'm walkin' in the cold and reload I just seen the widow, it's hot as hell in here/ Know we be all about B-I-Z/ Henny and a J, I need it to incarcerate me (I'm in a chain gang, I'm in a chain gang...) Please incarcerate me

-Bizzy Bone-
Po-po act like they ain't ghetto too/ Judges don't love me, bitches ain't nothin'/ They be fuckin' one of my homeboys and I've done the same thang/ Thuggish niggas survive in broke down buckets, remember? Shut up! I need a new bitch/ What up? I need a true bitch/ Said "Ouch! Get out my Lexus", she done taked my pistol case and fucked some other nigga to claim she was raped/ But I had 'em schitzophrenic with my Bone tape/ Your damaged, I wouldn't put my handcuffs on you but if you cheap you gon' break/ This my flip-flop flow and I'm in with Hip Hop I'll let you know (Did you know?)I want some mo' I want some mo' (C'mon serve me) Hungry baby? We thirsty! We open Sunday; Sunset to sunrise and ride out on Monday/ One day I'll have a fun day; Gotta make that money man (Fo' Sho') Go get my swerve on/ They' only want to verge all/ You heard me, heard me, heard me? (You know what I'm sayin'?) and dirty money/ Show me in secret, don't tell 'em, sell 'em in daylight/ Come in parallel position myself and artillery stealth, healthy/ Let's hit 'em (Get Away) Where my killas at, at? (What?) They plottin plus likin' them broads in the black Jag/ Back me up baby (What?)

-Bizzy Bone-
Ha ha. While I was walking in the cold. Yeah, y-yeah. (While I'm walking in the cold) While I was walking in the cold. (While I'm walking in the cold)

-Chorus-

-Que Loco-
We psycho mothafuckas that will leave you toothless/ Eazy E rest in peace and we still be Ruthless (Ruth Ruth!!)/ Not with that itch snitch witch punk bitch low down dirty ho (What?) out to get rich (Ruth Ruth!!) Fuck the police, smoke a blunt for the deceased/ No Joke, oh no! Grab that fo'fo' and smoke Tone Loc/ You bitch ass nigga, 7 Sign shine, diamonds gleamin' infared beamin'/ Bitch nigga stop suckin semen/ Creep on niggas in deep, no sleep, fuck it/ Get high with the niggas/ Do a drive by/ Out to buck it and push rocks, lock knots, and pack glocks/ Who mash and crash and knock niggas out the block/ We straight trippin' with my weapon I'm a tell your mama, snitches/ Mo' scandalous dumpin' niggas off in ditches/ Bitches wear your vests/ Protests/ Head shots, stressed/ Fuck them bustas, we kick off in they fucking ass

-Chorus-

-Flexxarally Slim-
The legendary Flexarrally Slim, the untouchable, the infinite, intangible/ Pop! Like a glock when I spit the flow hit the ground/ Everybody duck down/ When I say "Lay There" you better stay there (Yeah) As long as I'm packin' heater on my side I'm never alone/ I can easily explode it/ Suicide when I rhyme in a force mode, peep it/ Vocal paranoya/ Strapped up and changed my mind is gone psychotic, neurotic, I'm fully blown/ It's a shame only two thangs can seperate a nigga from reality, and that's bitches and fame/ And so many of my niggas caught up in the game/ I regulate both sides of the fence/ Niggas test me, the heater dispensed/ Cold 187, murder commenced/ Pop the Don, peep trippin'/ Toast to the Nine of 7 Sign let's do this to the fullest/ I gotta get mine I'm on the grind/ Q-Loco, B.B.Gambini, Flexxarally Slim connected for the dough when we was walking in the cold

-Chorus-