Artist: Tech N9ne f/ JL, Krizz Kaliko Album: Strange Reign Song: Cold Piece of Work (Original) Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: JL] They treat my bid'ness like it's soda Or my music like a Perc They know my flow is the yola That's a cold piece of work [JL] That's dope nigga, what you call a buzz once you caught a buzz I'll make you feel like you was on all the drugs All the drugs, drugs, I got all the plugs A-a-all this was to satisfy the customers It'll hit you different dependin on what we pay you Pop it then the check the purity side effects of it fatal Now you know that when you blow niggaz wanna know what they pay you Fo sho'; n-n-noses in my bid'ness like it yayo! Whippin like it's crack and can't relax, it's like we drug dealers Or sit in psyche a sack, I'm servin sinkin this and sink with nerves Hook 'em like it's smack is what they slappin when they get the urge Keep 'em comin back, we push these packages to listeners Word [Chorus: JL] They treat my bid'ness like it's soda Or my music like a Perc They know my flow is the yola That's a cold piece of work That's dope nigga, that's dope nigga That's dope nigga, that's dope nigga, that's dope! They know my flow is the yola That's a cold piece of work [Krizz Kaliko] Kali~! I'll probably get it in a minute (OK) And I'll be benefitted when I finish (OK) Ain't been timid about a meal ticket, I will kick it 32 diamonds, I'm all up in the dentist (uhh!) I'm Donald Trump, I grab the world by the crotch and kiss 'em Make her bow down and now she's addicted to Krizz and How you feel now? She let Kali Baby come drill now Only use you to pay the bills now (yay-yeah!) They can roll me up and smoke me like some cheeba My pen'll penetrate the air like it's some type of reefer Pinnacle, I ain't there but I'm 'bout to achieve a planet status, but I'm askin can I bust sativa? Kali, Baby [Chorus] [Tech N9ne] T9X is what they sniffin when Tech Nina get to spittin My position is give 'em a hell of a addiction On these scripts and they be itchin, for the good dope that I be dishin out for the listenin, that's why I'm constantly cookin off in the kitchen (cheah!) Nigga I'm Mr. Molly, when Nina's shit hits her body It takes her and gets her naughty, fella mixed it with liquor prolly She'll love you and lick your lolly, takin me is her hobby She flippin through my discography nigga; then she swallow me nigga! Buss serves on them bitches steady searchin for the sickness If you want it Nina zonin with the quickness Shit is real not ficticious, all the wishes for the bomb, you can get it from the Don P, I'll daze you like a whippit, nigga I'm addictive~! [Chorus]