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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Common
Common
Vocals
Roy Hargrove
Roy Hargrove
Trumpet
D'Angelo
D'Angelo
Hand Claps
Black Thought
Black Thought
Background Vocals
Questlove
Questlove
Drums
James Poyser
James Poyser
Hand Claps
Rahzel the Godfather of Noize
Rahzel the Godfather of Noize
Hand Claps
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Archer
Michael Archer
Songwriter
Garry Shider
Garry Shider
Songwriter
Glen Goins
Glen Goins
Songwriter
George Clinton
George Clinton
Songwriter
Ahmir Thompson
Ahmir Thompson
Songwriter
Tariq Trotter
Tariq Trotter
Songwriter
Anthony Scott
Anthony Scott
Songwriter
Kelo Saunders
Kelo Saunders
Songwriter
Rahzel M. Brown
Rahzel M. Brown
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
D'Angelo
D'Angelo
Producer
The Roots
The Roots
Producer
Questlove
Questlove
Producer
Kelo
Kelo
Producer
Common
Common
Co-Executive Producer
Derek Dudley
Derek Dudley
Co-Executive Producer
Kenyatta Saunders
Kenyatta Saunders
Recording Engineer
Russell Elevado
Russell Elevado
Mixing Engineer
Steve Mandel
Steve Mandel
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
I think it feels good right now
Huh, how you think it feels, D?
What you say?
Cold-blooded, cold-blooded, hardcore
Rough and rugged, rugged and raw
For you and your-your, for you and yours
You got the C to the, huh, cold-blooded
Ain't it? Huh, come on, hardcore
We take it higher
Yo, yo
[Verse 1]
My little daughter started nursery school
Brother Com, gotta make our move through
Silence and violence with vibrance
The sign of times with rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a terrible thing to spill
Rap life's like a dream that seems for real
A **** wake up, superstar, with no acres
After travelin' the world to see paper's just paper
Streets take you back and forth like a shaker
I'm a slave to the rhythm, it's breakin' off
I get the job done, but some days, I wanna take off
D be like, "We ain't got no time for that"
Questlove said, "We ain't got no time for that"
My old bird like, "We ain't got no time for that"
So I rhyme when my back hurts
Play the numbers from my grandmother like Kraftwerk
I rock the patchwork fast
I'm in to win, but then begin to sin
We're in the wind with Henns and Heinekens
Well, alright
Beast for each and greet the meek with speech
To seek and peak, 'cause, Pete, shit gets deep
I f-freak styles that come out
At night, when most cats pull the gun out
Go on and on and to the break of when the
Sun run out, run out, r-run out
[Chorus]
You got the C to the (Yeah)
Cold-blooded (C'mon)
Cold-blooded (Yeah)
Hardcore (Hit 'em with the)
Rough and rugged (C'mon)
Rugged and raw (Hey)
For you and yours, for you and yours
[Chorus]
You got the C to the (C'mon)
Cold-blooded (Yeah)
Cold-blooded (C'mon)
Hardcore
Rough and rugged (Yo)
Rugged and raw
Yo, I, I think I want a taste of these horns
For you and yours, for you and yours
I want to get a taste of these horns, c'mon, y'all
[Chorus]
You got the C to the (Uh)
The cold-blooded (Uh)
Cold-blooded (Yeah)
Hardcore (Ain't it?)
Rough and rugged (Uh)
Rugged and raw
Yeah, baby, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout
For you and yours, for you and yours
C'mon, give 'em, give 'em a little bit more of that
[Chorus]
C to the (Uh)
Cold-blooded
Mack, Mack Nasty
Cold-blooded (Uh)
Hardcore (C'mon)
Rough and rugged (Yo)
Rugged and raw
Alright, let, let, let me get a little taste of this here
For you and yours, for you and yours
[Verse 2]
They send police, uh, uh, uh
These studs mention me, uh, uh, uh
As a intense MC
Sent to be the reign, on the industry, I came
With penitentiary talk, Coke and a Hennessy walk
My imagery talks, metaphors and similes stalk
Time for war, my artillery caulks
The hardest ****, I'm killin' 'em soft
Dealin' with golf, gettin' blowed on the course
I be dissin' magazines, but then buy The Source
Can't explain why the force is with me
Known to bring a rapper down like Bobby did Whitney
As sophisticated sissies strut like this is Beat Street in backpacks
Braggin' how they don't eat meat and abstract
I backsmack 'em with they skateboard, flee the crime scene
With a rhyme scheme to escape frauds
Make broads become queens, run things like a Rasta sprinter
The way you want the game to rub off like henna
I remain like a tattoo with natural raps
Copy like a fax, that's y'all actual facts
Battle raps is where it began, I'ma end it wherever I land
I done thought of a master plan, it goes
[Chorus]
The C to the (Ah, yeah)
Cold-blooded (C'mon)
Cold-blooded (You know)
Hardcore (Ain't it?)
Rough and rugged (C'mon)
Rugged and raw (Yeah)
For you and yours, for you and yours
[Chorus]
You got the C to the (C'mon)
Cold-blooded (C'mon)
Cold-blooded, hardcore
Rough and rugged, rugged and raw
For you and yours, for you and yours
[Chorus]
You got the C to the (Yeah)
Cold-blooded
Hey, Mack Nasty
Cold-blooded (Yo)
Hardcore (Yo, c'mon)
Rough and rugged (C'mon)
Rugged and raw (Ain't it? Ain't it?)
For you and yours, for you and yours
[Chorus]
You got the C to the, cold-blooded
Cold-blooded (C'mon)
Hardcore
Rough and rugged, rugged and raw
For you and yours, for you and yours
[Outro]
Take that woman right there, she cold-blooded
Man, looky here
I mean, I, I tried my best, man
You know what I mean? She took all of my money
So, man, she, she left me with the Pinto and the chihuahua, you feel me?
So all I'm sayin', man
When they cold-blooded
They cold-blooded
They cold-blooded, man
You feel me?
[Outro]
What can I say, you know?
She's cold-blooded
You feel me?
I'm, I'm well aware, you know the, just
Everything is everything, it's all political
It's all political, you know?
Written by: Ahmir Thompson, D'Angelo, Garry Shider, George Clinton, Glen Goins, Kelo, Lonnie Lynn, Rahzel, Tariq Trotter
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