Songtext:
Even though I live in Cali, nigga, it's cold out here When I step out the house, it's like steppin in a freezer Either he wants to get me or she wants to stick me I swear, I don't know how the fuck I made it past 20 I can spit some cold shit, always keep heat, so I'm safe From gettin frost-bit, hit a corner and a corner after I bust So I can toss it, I think everybody's lost it And I'm the only nigga left sane maintainin, nigga
Nigga, it's cold outside, so I always carry my heat An enemy hood on feet, groovin through the alleys and backstreets Creepin on the east side, hopin I don't get spotted The world is cold so I stay hot like a glock after I just shot it But when I say it's cold outside, fuck you jacker The Tec-9 is my heat and you know I always pack it
Nigga, my brain ain't strainin long as I'm aimin back It's a motherfucking fact, this is a cold world So fuck the whole world, cos I don't owe this world nothing A bankroll's the only thing I'm cuttin fo' So I can hold something, I gives a fuck about nothing But fucking and popping, what, you don't hear me or something?
[ Chorus ] I say these niggaz is cold outside so I always carry my heat It's a cold world, so fuck the whole world
Supply your own heat
No matter the weather A Menace is something that comes off the barrel of a Beretta I make your t-shirt wet, your sweater wetter Cos in the South Central it's freezin, little locs and OG's and Police and crack fiends fiendin, thievin, I believe in T-shirt, Levi's, St. Ives, ( ? ) and Chucks Snatchin crackers out their trucks, now, that's some cold shit Niggaz shootin at the police, that's some bold shit Watch where you goin, what you wearin, who you stroll with
Supply your own heat, cos it's cold in the street And a nigga without it shoulda have thought about it Or bein 6 feet, got to be as scandalous as Los Angeles Get you something so you can handle this, the Menace way Gun play and funerals dates is all I'm concerned with You won't catch me in LA without my shit because I know
Here come the police yellin "Freeze" Cos I'm groovin with my G's The hood is gettin hot, now the homies is chillin On the west side of LA, you know who's doin all the killin I send shouts to South Central, Compton, Watts and fuck the cops I shot six, I dare for one of you busters hit me up It's some cold niggaz in LA, but I ain't never been burned I learned
[ Chorus ]
Watch who you fuckin with and who you talk shit to Because a nigga will dump and give two fucks about you Heat, a nigga need it where I'm from Fuck words when a nigga got a gun and his ass ain't playin Sprayin and you stuck behind the truck without no get-back Fuck that, I keep a strap, don't worry about where it's at I got a nigga before he got me with my Mac-10 Before the bullets all gone I loads my shit up again Can't take no ass-whippin, I'm a sore loser Anybody manoeuvre on the streets, break out the white sheets Turn up the heater with my 9 millimeter, PD-roll a nigga That I hold a nigga, little locs are colder niggaz than the older niggaz It never snows, just six-fo's, afros, ho's, niggaz with Jherri curls It's a cold world, supply your own heat I sell your ass some fake, fuck you ain't the first to get beat I'm tellin you
