Gold Cobra - Limp Bizkit

Wakin' up, aggravated
Stupid shit, man I hate it

Bitches lyin', bitches cryin'
Suicidal, get in line
Gettin' mine, bouncin' freaks
Losin' sleep, countin' sheep
Absolute, cash and loot
Man in black, Packin' Heat

Born and blazin', Rotten Raisin'

Fingers up, time to wave 'em
Show these players playin'

That they better get their ass to prayin'
They won't be nothin' but dice

After the cuttin', I'm guttin' 'em
Like a fish, they're gonna wish

They never pushed my button

The door is shuttin'
And a knock'll do ya no good

You're gettin' nothin', while I rock here in Hollywood
I'll tell you something else, you can take it to the bank
I don't give a fuck what none of y'all people think
Holdin' the gold, it's cold, it's so golden y'all

Golden Cobra

Holdin' the gold, it's cold, it's so golden y'all
Golden Cobra
Holdin' the gold, it's cold, it's so golden y'all
Golden Cobra

Holdin' the gold, it's cold, it's so golden y'all
Golden Cobra
Feelin' Korn, goin' blind
Free as hell, doin' time
I'm insane, can't complain
Flush you turds down the drain
Down the hatch, throwin' craps
Throwin' matches on the gaz
Check the math, check the wheels
Check the ride, pay the bills
Burnin' miles, harder smile
If you feelin' Versatile
s wild, flippin' bitches
Grindin' trucks, skatin' ditches
Hatin' hard, but hardly hatin'
Knife and slice your shit like a bacon
Sick and tired, you is fired
I'm the truth, and you's the liar
The door is shuttin
And a knock'll do ya no good
You're gettin' nothin', while I rock here in Hollywood
I'll tell you something else, you can take it to the bank
I don't give a fuck what none of y'all people think
Holdin' the gold, it's gold, it's so golden y'all
Golden Cobra
Holdin' the gold, it's cold, it's so golden y'all
Golden Cobra
Holdin' the gold, it's cold, it's so golden y'all
Golden Cobra
Holdin' the gold, it's cold, it's so golden y'all
Golden Cobra
Oh yeah
Listen what I'm telling you, there's only one king on this hill
It sure as hell ain't you
Oh yeah
Listen what I'm telling you, there's only one king on this hill
It sure as hell ain't you
Holdin' the gold, it's gold, it's so golden y'all
Golden Cobra
Holdin' the gold, it's cold, it's so golden y'all
Golden Cobra
Holdin' the gold, it's cold, it's so golden y'all
Golden Cobra
Holdin' the gold, it's cold, it's so golden y'all
Golden Cobra



Credits
Writer(s): BORLAND WESLEY LOUDEN, DURST WILLIAM FREDERICK, OTTO JOHN EVERETT, RIVERS SAMUEL ROBERT
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