[Intro]
Yes, sir
This is another gangsta tale
One of them ones that I tell so well, for sho'
I mean, I've been deemed to be the coldest storyteller ever
And this is why
Check this out
[Verse 1]
My partner, Heavy's gang related, scorin' fo' and five raw bricks
And last week he brought six from Pretty Boy (Huh)
Pretty Boy got good hair with light skin (Mm-hmm)
Puerto Ricans love this boy 'cause he fit right in (Okay)
They blessed the cat with thirty bricks or more
He keeps that money right for now but Pretty Boy got dirty fix galore
And he's just waitin' for the right time (What?)
To plight his crime (Huh?), and he gon' get them Ricans for a righteous dime (Okay, nah)
Heavy got his gangsta chick
She cooks a meal like Ain't Ya Mama but's inclined to keep a player rich (Okay)
We gon' say her name is Tisha
She's down to bake a sweet potato pie then make a dope deal with ya (Nah)
Her and Heavy makes the team and her and Heavy wears a ring
But, her and Heavy does their own thing (Mmm)
It's kinda hard for me to put to rhyme (Okay)
So I'm leave that where it's at and then jump back into this story line
Hev' and Pretty's kinda cool (Cool)
So when Heavy would score his work, Pretty Boy would usually push him two
Or three, basically whatever Heavy needs
But if Heavy had Pretty's hookup then the streets would bleed (Okay)
And Heavy knew that, that's where the betrayal grew at
If not, they both could've flourished and been a hell of a duet
But then the seasons had to change, the reasons all for change
Coldest summer ever, and that was strange
[Chorus]
The coldest summer I've ever seen
The coldest summer there's ever been
The coldest winds that have ever blown
The coldest summer I've ever known
The coldest summer I've ever seen
The coldest summer there's ever been
The coldest winds that have ever blown
The coldest summer I've ever known
[Verse 2]
Now Pretty Boy done knocked the Benz (What kind?)
He already had him a 5, he knocked the 6 so he's flippin' twins (Uh)
And Heavy's watchin' with the big eye (Mm-hmm)
He's sayin', "This nigga don't deserve all he got and if I
Just had his hookup then, things would look up
I could scratch a meal and have my whole city shook up" (Damn)
But, Pretty Boy's weak behind women
So while he's trickin', showin' his teeth, Heavy's sittin' with his mind swimmin'
He knows that Pretty wants to rob these Puerto Ricans
So he sticks the game to broad, Tisha, to get this nigga leakin'
Information 'bout the rip-off ('Bout the rip-off)
He figured that he can win a plug in exchange for a tip-off (Uh)
And Pretty fell for the bait (Mmm)
And Tisha eased up on this nigga with the grace of a snake and
Got him drunk, talkin' shit with her (Damn)
At the club, swappin' with her, took her home and feed him good dinner
And got in bed, dickin' the slit with her
I guess it's safe to say she's got this cat hooked
But uh, somethin's wrong with this picture
Pretty's mind steady blinkin', sayin', "Man, don't you recognize Tisha?" (Mm-hmm)
But he can't make his mind remember
All he know is baby got a mouth piece cold as December
And by the time she rode his piece again
He was puttin' in his mix and takin' Tish' would leave with meters men
[Chorus]
The coldest summer I've ever seen
The coldest summer there's ever been
The coldest winds that have ever blown
The coldest summer I've ever known
The coldest summer I've ever seen
The coldest summer there's ever been
The coldest winds that have ever blown
The coldest summer I've ever known
[Verse 3]
Now Pretty Boy's ready for this heist (Heist)
He's tryin' desperately to reach the Puerto Ricans he done paged 'em thrice (Thrice)
And by the time he got them on the phone (Mmm)
He told 'em, "Triple up my order, gimme one day, and I got it gone"
But his plans was to skip town (Skip town)
Him and Tish' goin' one way to Ohio to be Cleveland Browns
But Tish' told Heavy and (Heavy) Heavy told the Ricans (Ricans)
And all the trust is out the window, everybody's leakin' (Uh)
The Puerto Ricans well they called up Pretty
Said, "Meet up at that restaurant, we got your order ready" (Got your order ready)
"Heavy, meet us at that spot, too
'Cause if this nigga don't got no bags packed, well then we got you (Mm-hmm)
With ninety birds in the trunk of a Escalade"
They feelin' hurt because this here is quite a test of faith (Damn)
'Cause Pretty Boy's like a brother to 'em (For real)
But if this nigga's got his luggage in his trunk, well then they gots to do 'em (Mm-hmm)
It's 9 o'clock in the PM (Uh-huh, PM)
They in Spaghetti Warehouse parkin' lot, Pretty doesn't see them
Next to Heavy and his 'Burban (And his 'Burban)
Well at least he thinks it's Heavy in his Chevy but he's not for certain
Every man sprang loose from they vehicles (Mm-hmm)
And things started in slow motion like when weed hit you (Mm-hmm)
And neither man had they pistol drew
But then shots rang out from somewhere and everybody knew
That foul play had made its way to the playground (Uh-huh)
The Puerto Ricans was speakin' Spanish, yellin', "Stay down!"
But the sniper had 'em on the scope
Pretty Boy and each Puerto Rican took a bullet to they throat (Damn)
And Heavy took a bullet to his brain (Mmm)
That's four dope dealers on the parkin' lot, layin' slain
And out the bushes came Tisha Summers
With a thirty yard six she done won for ninety bricks (Oh, man)
[Chorus]
The coldest summer I've ever seen
The coldest summer there's ever been
The coldest winds that have ever blown
The coldest summer I've ever known
The coldest summer I've ever seen
The coldest summer there's ever been
The coldest winds that have ever blown
The coldest summer I've ever known
Yes, sir
This is another gangsta tale
One of them ones that I tell so well, for sho'
I mean, I've been deemed to be the coldest storyteller ever
And this is why
Check this out
[Verse 1]
My partner, Heavy's gang related, scorin' fo' and five raw bricks
And last week he brought six from Pretty Boy (Huh)
Pretty Boy got good hair with light skin (Mm-hmm)
Puerto Ricans love this boy 'cause he fit right in (Okay)
They blessed the cat with thirty bricks or more
He keeps that money right for now but Pretty Boy got dirty fix galore
And he's just waitin' for the right time (What?)
To plight his crime (Huh?), and he gon' get them Ricans for a righteous dime (Okay, nah)
Heavy got his gangsta chick
She cooks a meal like Ain't Ya Mama but's inclined to keep a player rich (Okay)
We gon' say her name is Tisha
She's down to bake a sweet potato pie then make a dope deal with ya (Nah)
Her and Heavy makes the team and her and Heavy wears a ring
But, her and Heavy does their own thing (Mmm)
It's kinda hard for me to put to rhyme (Okay)
So I'm leave that where it's at and then jump back into this story line
Hev' and Pretty's kinda cool (Cool)
So when Heavy would score his work, Pretty Boy would usually push him two
Or three, basically whatever Heavy needs
But if Heavy had Pretty's hookup then the streets would bleed (Okay)
And Heavy knew that, that's where the betrayal grew at
If not, they both could've flourished and been a hell of a duet
But then the seasons had to change, the reasons all for change
Coldest summer ever, and that was strange
[Chorus]
The coldest summer I've ever seen
The coldest summer there's ever been
The coldest winds that have ever blown
The coldest summer I've ever known
The coldest summer I've ever seen
The coldest summer there's ever been
The coldest winds that have ever blown
The coldest summer I've ever known
[Verse 2]
Now Pretty Boy done knocked the Benz (What kind?)
He already had him a 5, he knocked the 6 so he's flippin' twins (Uh)
And Heavy's watchin' with the big eye (Mm-hmm)
He's sayin', "This nigga don't deserve all he got and if I
Just had his hookup then, things would look up
I could scratch a meal and have my whole city shook up" (Damn)
But, Pretty Boy's weak behind women
So while he's trickin', showin' his teeth, Heavy's sittin' with his mind swimmin'
He knows that Pretty wants to rob these Puerto Ricans
So he sticks the game to broad, Tisha, to get this nigga leakin'
Information 'bout the rip-off ('Bout the rip-off)
He figured that he can win a plug in exchange for a tip-off (Uh)
And Pretty fell for the bait (Mmm)
And Tisha eased up on this nigga with the grace of a snake and
Got him drunk, talkin' shit with her (Damn)
At the club, swappin' with her, took her home and feed him good dinner
And got in bed, dickin' the slit with her
I guess it's safe to say she's got this cat hooked
But uh, somethin's wrong with this picture
Pretty's mind steady blinkin', sayin', "Man, don't you recognize Tisha?" (Mm-hmm)
But he can't make his mind remember
All he know is baby got a mouth piece cold as December
And by the time she rode his piece again
He was puttin' in his mix and takin' Tish' would leave with meters men
[Chorus]
The coldest summer I've ever seen
The coldest summer there's ever been
The coldest winds that have ever blown
The coldest summer I've ever known
The coldest summer I've ever seen
The coldest summer there's ever been
The coldest winds that have ever blown
The coldest summer I've ever known
[Verse 3]
Now Pretty Boy's ready for this heist (Heist)
He's tryin' desperately to reach the Puerto Ricans he done paged 'em thrice (Thrice)
And by the time he got them on the phone (Mmm)
He told 'em, "Triple up my order, gimme one day, and I got it gone"
But his plans was to skip town (Skip town)
Him and Tish' goin' one way to Ohio to be Cleveland Browns
But Tish' told Heavy and (Heavy) Heavy told the Ricans (Ricans)
And all the trust is out the window, everybody's leakin' (Uh)
The Puerto Ricans well they called up Pretty
Said, "Meet up at that restaurant, we got your order ready" (Got your order ready)
"Heavy, meet us at that spot, too
'Cause if this nigga don't got no bags packed, well then we got you (Mm-hmm)
With ninety birds in the trunk of a Escalade"
They feelin' hurt because this here is quite a test of faith (Damn)
'Cause Pretty Boy's like a brother to 'em (For real)
But if this nigga's got his luggage in his trunk, well then they gots to do 'em (Mm-hmm)
It's 9 o'clock in the PM (Uh-huh, PM)
They in Spaghetti Warehouse parkin' lot, Pretty doesn't see them
Next to Heavy and his 'Burban (And his 'Burban)
Well at least he thinks it's Heavy in his Chevy but he's not for certain
Every man sprang loose from they vehicles (Mm-hmm)
And things started in slow motion like when weed hit you (Mm-hmm)
And neither man had they pistol drew
But then shots rang out from somewhere and everybody knew
That foul play had made its way to the playground (Uh-huh)
The Puerto Ricans was speakin' Spanish, yellin', "Stay down!"
But the sniper had 'em on the scope
Pretty Boy and each Puerto Rican took a bullet to they throat (Damn)
And Heavy took a bullet to his brain (Mmm)
That's four dope dealers on the parkin' lot, layin' slain
And out the bushes came Tisha Summers
With a thirty yard six she done won for ninety bricks (Oh, man)
[Chorus]
The coldest summer I've ever seen
The coldest summer there's ever been
The coldest winds that have ever blown
The coldest summer I've ever known
The coldest summer I've ever seen
The coldest summer there's ever been
The coldest winds that have ever blown
The coldest summer I've ever known
( Twisted Black )
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