GDP - Coke Bar lyrics
[GDP - Coke Bar lyrics]
Worked the kinks out like "Look ma, no plans
Except to milk this cow and live
By the seat of my pants"
So I have my own brand, Camo Jams
With the DE dead Kennedy's symbol
On my back pocket
The progress from what it is and
What it's about to be like
Will have whoever thought otherwise
Holding up peace signs
Like maybe it ain't register at all
Til they see me on BET
Smoking dips with Marley Marl
Like "Where you been all along?"
On the front line
Open mic at JJ's every Wednesday night
With Prime spinning 90's instrumentals
At a coke bar while I flex my technique to
A room full of ex-cons
Bar sluts and assorted rap talent
2 AM Crew would come through
And bring the house down
Til cops found out what happened when
Bartenders shook hands with customers
Started sending undercovers in
Two weeks later Che gets stabbed in the head
I got the call at South by Southwest
Puking during sound check
Like "That's why shows get banned and fans
Don't give a fuck enough to
See their favorite artists live and CD
Sales are in a rut"
It's a dirty job but everyone wants to do it
DD laid the blueprint
Said "Make creative music"
And then send them crews a postcard
From the top of the world
That says "You knew the rules
Of the game all along"
Now ya'll just watch me live the
Dream through your computer screen
While girls are drooling on their keys
And open up a magazine
Like "That's that sketchy cat
That sold us weed
I would've fucked him when I had the chance
But he came off as a creep"
Last call's at 10 to 3 but
My money's no good here
Slip a Jackson under the coaster
It's been a good year doing what I do do
Cold Chillin' like Juice Crew
In the Lower East Side on a
Fire escape sipping a deuce deuce
(Like "Who the fuck are you")
The reputation speaks for it'self
A masochist with incredible
Public speaking skills
Check the mic, rock a crowd, roll an L
And back to the motel with a van full
Of young girls I don't know that well
Repeat as necessary til everyone
That didn't pay attention
Finds themselves caught up
In the effervescence
Of why it's still important to press records
Regardless of the tricknology or
What your friends said
And still release vinyl, new school cats
With an old school mindset about ourselves
Like sex cells, but my dick's too small
So I arrange clever rhyme schemes
To spit to you all
That's Mr quotable to you
Love it or leave it buy it or download it
MP3s found floating through cyberspace
Now who sounds dopest (Don't front)
That white bitch got me open
Head like a hole, face is like a nostril
Evil Jesus out the bottle, burn my tonsils
Hostile motherfucker, rough around the edges
Lefty rep it like a billboard
Every time we session
And I respect it like how me
And the fellas make an entrance
At least an hour late and
Wing the whole setlist
And I respect it like how me
And the fellas make an entrance
At least an hour late and
Wing the whole setlist
Except to milk this cow and live
By the seat of my pants"
So I have my own brand, Camo Jams
With the DE dead Kennedy's symbol
On my back pocket
The progress from what it is and
What it's about to be like
Will have whoever thought otherwise
Holding up peace signs
Like maybe it ain't register at all
Til they see me on BET
Smoking dips with Marley Marl
Like "Where you been all along?"
On the front line
Open mic at JJ's every Wednesday night
With Prime spinning 90's instrumentals
At a coke bar while I flex my technique to
A room full of ex-cons
Bar sluts and assorted rap talent
2 AM Crew would come through
And bring the house down
Til cops found out what happened when
Bartenders shook hands with customers
Started sending undercovers in
Two weeks later Che gets stabbed in the head
I got the call at South by Southwest
Puking during sound check
Like "That's why shows get banned and fans
Don't give a fuck enough to
See their favorite artists live and CD
Sales are in a rut"
It's a dirty job but everyone wants to do it
DD laid the blueprint
Said "Make creative music"
And then send them crews a postcard
From the top of the world
That says "You knew the rules
Of the game all along"
Now ya'll just watch me live the
Dream through your computer screen
While girls are drooling on their keys
And open up a magazine
Like "That's that sketchy cat
That sold us weed
I would've fucked him when I had the chance
But he came off as a creep"
Last call's at 10 to 3 but
My money's no good here
Slip a Jackson under the coaster
It's been a good year doing what I do do
Cold Chillin' like Juice Crew
In the Lower East Side on a
Fire escape sipping a deuce deuce
(Like "Who the fuck are you")
The reputation speaks for it'self
A masochist with incredible
Public speaking skills
Check the mic, rock a crowd, roll an L
And back to the motel with a van full
Of young girls I don't know that well
Repeat as necessary til everyone
That didn't pay attention
Finds themselves caught up
In the effervescence
Of why it's still important to press records
Regardless of the tricknology or
What your friends said
And still release vinyl, new school cats
With an old school mindset about ourselves
Like sex cells, but my dick's too small
So I arrange clever rhyme schemes
To spit to you all
That's Mr quotable to you
Love it or leave it buy it or download it
MP3s found floating through cyberspace
Now who sounds dopest (Don't front)
That white bitch got me open
Head like a hole, face is like a nostril
Evil Jesus out the bottle, burn my tonsils
Hostile motherfucker, rough around the edges
Lefty rep it like a billboard
Every time we session
And I respect it like how me
And the fellas make an entrance
At least an hour late and
Wing the whole setlist
And I respect it like how me
And the fellas make an entrance
At least an hour late and
Wing the whole setlist