Najee The 1 - Cold Outside [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Najee]
Yo I'm the voice of the young black and spiritual
With all that said I will still get rid of you
Hood mentality some say pitiful
Most of my n----a is dead some is doing a bid or two
But the lord kept his hands on me
Riding around with G's couple of grams on me
Not to mention to Glock 9 and the four pound
I only sold weed J told me about the powder
He told me he was moving pounds by the hour
And I needed to f__k with him if I really wanted power
I knew about the gat shit
But I was curious about the crack shit
Putting funds in my mattress
What?

[Hook: Najee]
Ay yo it's cold outside you better bundle up
A lot of dough outside so get your hustle up
The blues and the undercover trying to cuff us up
This is for the young Gs among me coming up

[Verse 2: Najee]
I get haze down the block from them Flatline n____as
Hit the bodega cop a cigar with the red sticker
Slim tall dude skully leaning street dreaming
Gat gleaming cash scheming I was made for this life
Listen to my tape
You ought to pray every night
It's young prophecy
I get the hood through the day
For the suburbs I deliver the hood on a page
I'm like Gandhi with a pistol
When it blasts it whistle
Bullets gonna wiz through
May your fam miss you
I'm at your funeral passing out tissues
My life's like an ill cinema
Smoking hard slimming up 300M and it's tinted up
I day dream as I clutch the Henn bottle
Picture me rolling in the latest Benz model
I smoke hash out of the herb stash
Wetter than a bird bath
It takes hard work to earn cash

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Najee]
Some say it's a gift for the fact that I rap
I tell them nah it's just a diary a few things on my back
And with a 16 it's easy to get it off
Take a glimpse of me shorty if you've never seen a boss
My mind cluttered with haze smoke
On my dome there's a halo
Devil's on my shoulder
Walk amongst angels
I'm a conscious man that will still bang you
That's what the pain do
I was raised in this concrete warfare
Where young killers at 13 will take you off here
The earth that is burst that fifth disperse your wig
And leave you in a church that's stiff
Now that's danger
See the read in my eye now that's anger
And you don't want none of that
Skinny brother no muscles
Gat by the belt buckle
What do you trust more the gun or the man above you