Letras:
Cold My Religion

my religion's you When Punk-tius comes to kill the king upon his throne I'm ready for their stones I'll dance, dance, dance With my hands, hands, hands Above my

my numba in ya phone, if you neva left tha city, neva been up outta memphis, i can be ya thug genie give you three lil wishes. she a stone cold freak

Heaven in the form of a girl, everybody's sayin' My angel, my sunshine Bless the day that I found Heaven in the form of a girl My best friend, my good

You want my shoes? You want my shirt? My jewels too, n-gga? Well you need to Go n getcha some, go go n getcha some (x4) FRESH, fresh like I'm wrapped

price of gas rises, street life is pumpin' fast Lives is I'm watch crashes And realize that we all survivors No religion or race, whatever describe us My

she had me in the long run It's just my luck I'm stuck with fuckin' with the wrong one, uh Wise decisions, based on lies we livin' Scandalous times, this game's like my religion

you hear me talkin' you hear my cryin', it's confusin' to me lord I'm terrified never been much on religion but I showed up, just fell down on my knees

fighting for the holliest cause It don't matter if you muslim, hebrew, or you a christian Information is the newest religion, is a true way of living Ain't no rule to a surpestition stop me If you're going through with my

DeBarge Oil me up, please, my nuts, read me a story Tuck me in, something like the seeds'll say Pass me the cold fresh squeezed OJ, I got five hundred Under my