Story Behind The Song

All the wack rap/R&B songs currently out there inspired KALO to give a slight demonstration of what's to come.

Song Description

He Cold is a song that states the facts - KALO is one of the baddest rappers out there. Representing The Mil' and the MidWest KALO demonstrates his ability to hold his own lyrically.

Lyrics

He Cold

Niggas you the fien and I'm the dealer you broke as fuck I got Scrilla.
You the lizard in this muthafuckin pond I'm Godzilla.

I'm Kenmore you easy bake I'm real as fuck and you fake
I slangs yah everyday while you sellin dat Mary Kay.

You a scrub I droves mt own shit I pimp bitches you shoopen
I bump chest you like to get tapped on the ass while we hoopen.

Call the poles I get my niggas pullin triggas to bomb back
I pulls the Mack you reach in yo sac and pulls out a compact.

Imma G you a FE I'm Caddy you Kia
I throw up set screaming just bring it you 2 fingers screamin see ya!

You broke I gots dough I'm Air Jordan you pro-wing
You the anker I'm the boat you sinking I'm floating.

I'm monkey balls your man hood's gone castration
I'M full intercourse and you lyrical masturbation.

STop haten maken blanket statements on me be bold
Mistaken me for pussy trust me boy he cold.

(Chorus)

I feel chills when the bass starts pounded (he cold)
I feel chills when the bass starts pounding (he cold)

See you the bitch and I'm the shit you single shot I'm the ferrier
.50 caliber nigga you a double douse derringer.

Daren ya to lift a weight you fat and sloppy still
Bitch I'm bad ass Bart Simpson you bitch made Bobby Hill.

I'm chrome grill to the Hummer you plastic like LS
I cuddles up with dime pieces you huddle up with the fellas.

Are you there when it jumps of with sawd offs hell no
I'm pullin heat from under the seat you ass and elbows

I'm shell toe adidas you open toe flip flops
You serve nickel bags of bud lil trick I shit rocks!

(Chorus repeat)

I want my chips I'mma get my cash
Sorry fans but I had to blast.

Slugs in his ass won't change the past
Nigga bang to the brain blood stained his days.

You ain't G put the glock down
Slangin my rocks round the clock now

We here and we holden the spot down
Move for yo ass gets knocked down

Mil-town Kalo it be me fool
Yo bitch seen me and she druled

35 inch shoes on the H2
Drive by they be like damn I hate you yo mistake boo.

Gotta coupe on shoes too
Fuck a Benz CTS dressed up royal seal vogues

Platinum's what I be on
I keep it G'eed on nigga speed on or get peed on.

I'm candy paint you semi-gloss you star yo glare stops
I'm six batteries two pumps and punk you air shocks.

I'm like no pain no gain you like oh ouch it hurts
I'm from the Mil's inner-city you dwell on the outskirts.

So don't flirt with danger gangbangers is stalkin
I bet yo ass will shut the fuck up when grown folks is talkin.


End