[Intro] [Verse 1] Yo, Im trying to make a dollar but Im out two cent But its tough if Ive got to pay utilities and rent Im lookin at a paycheck, all of it is spent So Im with an empty bottle and a pocket full o lint Cause shorty cant keep no bootleg CDs And iTunes downloads aint gonna feed me But really its not about me and my hustle Worldwide everybody locked in the struggle So even though I might be nice with this jive talk Im still broker than a bottle on the sidewalk Broker than a thesbians leg at the performance Broker than a levy shootin water in New Orleans Im too broke to be writing cute rhymes So if you can relate clap your hands two times And if you cant relate, do not move a muscle Cause everyone who clapped is gonna stick you for the bundle [Chorus] Yeah, Cause its a cold cold world Run by drug dealers and gogo girls Yeah boy its a cold cold planet If you see what I see, I know you understand this Were livin in a cold cold time Were robbin from each other like its oh so fine This is a cold cold world So we run to drug dealers and gogo girls [Verse 2] The only medicine I have when my minds twisted Is grab the microphone, plug it in, start to rip it So howd you know I didnt stretch it out like a magician With my head at the Atlantic and my feet at the Pacific I break it down like Deweys decimal system I bet you wont listen to ExtoPosition Youre better off diggin in a library book Than going into business with a binary crook And high hairy looks, with his suit and tie plastic The confidence man, disguised as a Catholic Arms stretched out, his palms to the sky Hes beggin for a piece of the American pie The same man who nearly bled America dry Expects me to give some sort of fuck if he dies I smell the scent of a rat with its tail out Running for the Hill and the Capitol bailout [Chorus x2] [Outro]
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