All Eyes On Me (Revisiting Cold Blooded)

<br>[Intro]<br>Goddamn I look good<br>Somebody slap me, huh<br>This club does not want 2 point 2 seconds of me<br>But I`mma give it to `em anyway, uh<br><br>When I walk in the door, niggas be like &quot;yo&quot;<br>Stare me up and down even when they with they ho<br>It amazes me them niggas don`t care<br>All fade tight, ass everywhere<br>And before I can even get a chance to blink<br>Wild mutha-fuckas start sendin` me drinks<br>But I send `em all back, cuz I got my own loot<br>Suit? It`s a Miaki<br>Boots? Gianni Versace<br>It ain`t hard to see<br>I got my own money, don`t fuck with me<br>Can`t touch me, check my steeze<br>Swap meet bitches, please, for real<br><br>1 - [Keith] (Strings)<br>Cold... Blooded<br>(When I walk in the room, all eyes on me)<br>Let me get your number<br>(Got ice on my hands, ice on my feet)<br><br>Cold... Blooded<br>(When I walk in the room, all eyes on me)<br>What more can I say?<br>(And these are the sounds they be makin` at me, say what)<br><br>[Strings]<br>Uh uh, yeah yeah<br>Uh uh, yeah yeah<br><br>Uh, picture me Strings, PavГ© diamonds in my ear<br>I push a new somethin` every year<br>Hip Hop sweetheart, nigga pleaser<br>Coochie value, like the Mona Lisa<br>99 escalade, smellin` like Chanel<br>Bumpin` my shit, on the way to Bloomingdale`s<br>For a shopping spree, niggas jocking me<br>Black tale centerfold, no stopping me<br>And your bitch is jealous cuz I`m gettin` <br>While and you out the first to tell her<br>I won`t tell her, I`m hella plus she getting dumber and dumber<br>Cuz while she was in the dressing room, he slipped me his number<br>And said call me baby, you`re a real lady<br>Workin` those Girbaud, spittin` flows at shows<br>I check the videos and the skills<br>Can I get your autograph on the 50 dolla bill, for real?<br><br>Repeat 1<br><br>[Strings]<br>Uh uh, yeah yeah<br>Uh uh, yeah yeah<br><br>Freeze<br><br>Yo, I got a fat boy on my jock<br>Nigga got a wife but he got a fat knot<br>`Member when it was hot, rollin` down the block<br>In my summer car, 320 E drop<br>Tell the wife get it together, she ain`t cute<br>Rockin` that sweater with them daisy dukes<br>And that nigga know it<br>That`s why he with the fat tale poet<br>Spittin` game like a nigga sayin`, baby pass me Moet, for real<br><br>Repeat 1<br><br>[Strings]<br>Uh uh, yeah yeah<br>Uh uh, yeah yeah<br><br>Repeat 1 (without Strings)<br><br>Repeat 1 to fade