Andre Nickatina - Soul of a Coke Dealer lyrics
[Andre Nickatina - Soul of a Coke Dealer lyrics]
You say you want it all
You say forget the law
And everything you saw
You copped it from the raw
You gon' be like the ones in sky
And for a sec I was bout to ask why
But we was broke
It's 83' with a street gleam
And young cats is rockin up
And gettin' street teams
And motherfuckers that hate me and
Want me to die
Man they can see that I'm broke in my eye
I need to do it, I need to talk to Twinky
He'd probably front me somethin
He made 20 g's, outta straight nothin'
And Pee Wee bought a 69' cutty
That niggas mackin bitches makin money
That shit ain't funny
Cuz I'm a go get her and makin thangs iller
It's like a pain killer, but it's much realer
And in my callin' I could see the scrilla
Playboy jet set coke dealer, man I'mma try
We had a lunch date, in 1988
And from your sad face
You said you caught a case
But besides that the money was pilin' up
Business was doin good
You movin' on thru the hood
Got you a house no doubt in Vallejo
For $700 ounce you gon' drop straight yayo
Niggas be talkin bad
Sometimes I be gettin' mad i just gotta gun
Yo my mother said don't call
And like paper I was ripped apart
Because you know that my mother is my heart
I feel ashamed
Cuz im'a blast first up in the game
It ain't a mystery to me
Money close at range
Cuz these bitches be talkin shit
I live by the crucifix
Because of my past ways
It's probably my last days
Praise to the double Glock
I've smoken so much pot
I don't know if I like it or not
I got beef wit the Barry brothers
They started hearin' my name up in the game
And told the undercovers
Yeah so here we go round and round
The streets don't make a sound
Don't they come uptown, nigga we cut em' down
And thats the mind state for all those niggas
Rats bitin' cheese yeah all those squeelers
Till the devil come and get us
Yeah they all gon' feel us
Don't make it hard for coke dealers
Word life
Ok it's 92', now what you gonna do?
I heard you killed a guard
In ya fightin squad
He said Nicky man you know the street theory
I can't let the competition near me
I hate em' dearly
I'm so out of control in my life
Live by the sword and die by the knife
My mother called to give her best
The police picked up the
Phone started to laugh
And said he's under arrest
I felt pain in my heart from a thousand whips
Man, I wish I had never learned to bag a zip
You should have seen they face
When I payed my bail
It was the look of the devil's
Thats gon' send me to hell
I made a call and I got a plot
Cuz when it comes to this lawyer
He wants the money man
There ain't no disguise
And these bitches with these cold hearts
Man they be tellin' they friends
That I'm a give em' a gang of ends and then
My misery is legendary
And I could hear the old coke
Dealers cryin at the cemetary
I'm in the fast lane with no brakes
And when it comes to this money
I need a bakery to cook these cakes
Man I'm goin to hell or I'm a die in jail
Or these bullets gon' rang
And I'm gonna get nailed
Cut cut cut me down Nicky
It make me wanna shiver
The lost soul of a coke dealer
Word life
The lost soul of a coke dealer word life
You say forget the law
And everything you saw
You copped it from the raw
You gon' be like the ones in sky
And for a sec I was bout to ask why
But we was broke
It's 83' with a street gleam
And young cats is rockin up
And gettin' street teams
And motherfuckers that hate me and
Want me to die
Man they can see that I'm broke in my eye
I need to do it, I need to talk to Twinky
He'd probably front me somethin
He made 20 g's, outta straight nothin'
And Pee Wee bought a 69' cutty
That niggas mackin bitches makin money
That shit ain't funny
Cuz I'm a go get her and makin thangs iller
It's like a pain killer, but it's much realer
And in my callin' I could see the scrilla
Playboy jet set coke dealer, man I'mma try
We had a lunch date, in 1988
And from your sad face
You said you caught a case
But besides that the money was pilin' up
Business was doin good
You movin' on thru the hood
Got you a house no doubt in Vallejo
For $700 ounce you gon' drop straight yayo
Niggas be talkin bad
Sometimes I be gettin' mad i just gotta gun
Yo my mother said don't call
And like paper I was ripped apart
Because you know that my mother is my heart
I feel ashamed
Cuz im'a blast first up in the game
It ain't a mystery to me
Money close at range
Cuz these bitches be talkin shit
I live by the crucifix
Because of my past ways
It's probably my last days
Praise to the double Glock
I've smoken so much pot
I don't know if I like it or not
I got beef wit the Barry brothers
They started hearin' my name up in the game
And told the undercovers
Yeah so here we go round and round
The streets don't make a sound
Don't they come uptown, nigga we cut em' down
And thats the mind state for all those niggas
Rats bitin' cheese yeah all those squeelers
Till the devil come and get us
Yeah they all gon' feel us
Don't make it hard for coke dealers
Word life
Ok it's 92', now what you gonna do?
I heard you killed a guard
In ya fightin squad
He said Nicky man you know the street theory
I can't let the competition near me
I hate em' dearly
I'm so out of control in my life
Live by the sword and die by the knife
My mother called to give her best
The police picked up the
Phone started to laugh
And said he's under arrest
I felt pain in my heart from a thousand whips
Man, I wish I had never learned to bag a zip
You should have seen they face
When I payed my bail
It was the look of the devil's
Thats gon' send me to hell
I made a call and I got a plot
Cuz when it comes to this lawyer
He wants the money man
There ain't no disguise
And these bitches with these cold hearts
Man they be tellin' they friends
That I'm a give em' a gang of ends and then
My misery is legendary
And I could hear the old coke
Dealers cryin at the cemetary
I'm in the fast lane with no brakes
And when it comes to this money
I need a bakery to cook these cakes
Man I'm goin to hell or I'm a die in jail
Or these bullets gon' rang
And I'm gonna get nailed
Cut cut cut me down Nicky
It make me wanna shiver
The lost soul of a coke dealer
Word life
The lost soul of a coke dealer word life