J-Doe, Busta Rhymes - Coke, Dope, Crack, Smack lyrics

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Coke, dope, crack, smack
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Coke, dope, crack, smack
Co-Coke, dope, crack, smack
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Co-Co-Coke dope, crack, smack
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Ah, okay, break a mu'fucka, uh
J-Doe back up in this bitch
Can't nobody say "Hi!"s shit
Ain't some of the most
Amazing shit you heard? That's my word
Bitch my flow is so superb
Any beat I'm on will get served
All that modest shit for the birds
Bitch I'm real, I'm so ill
I go in don't need no pill
Either you with me or against me
If you against me you get killed
I'm the best, I excel
Nothing less than number one
Number two leave that to you
Every fucking song I do sound like that

Coke, dope, crack, smack
Co-Coke, dope, crack, smack
Co-Coke, dope, crack, smack, co- E! E! Z! E!
Coke, dope, crack, smack
Co-Co-Coke dope, crack, smack
Co-Co-Coke dope, crack, smack
Co- E! E! Z! E!

Ayo, watch the way I drop'll
Make 'em lean back slow
Every time I spit you know they need that yo
A lot of niggas be needin' me to give
Them the shit that I be givin' 'em
And needin' me to be hittin' 'em
How I just be hittin' 'em
With that 'Ican't-believe-that' flow
Steppin' like a giant nigga FE FI FO
See what I be doin' lyrically
Be uncivil and then I
Walk up into they building and
Step in the middle and
Giggle and bouncin' it be like I
Was playin' a fiddle and
Riddle and rattle the street like I
Went devil and divil and
Handle the rock when I dribble
And I peel that dough
Niggas always know I'm on they heels and toes
Cause you already know my swag
Is nigga like a
Trampoline I got 'em bouncin' like
Shit be knockin' through the
Walls of the club cause you know I give you
Bangers that be soundin' like

Coke, dope, crack, smack
Co-Coke, dope, crack, smack
Co-Coke, dope, crack, smack, co- E! E! Z! E!
Coke, dope, crack, smack
Co-Co-Coke dope, crack, smack
Co-Co-Coke dope, crack, smack
Co- E! E! Z! E!

Look, look, i don't know what the rest
Of the industry is on that shit wack
But I'd rather do my own thing AND
Give the people what they want
Check my stats, I got:
Hit's, bitch, better look out
Check the credit's my name err'where now
Produce that, wrote this
Shit I'm taking over, oh shit
Focused, don't get lost
Yo bitch, runnin' with a boss
Front seat of my Jag is she
So just sit back don't ask me shit
Niggas better know about me homie
I'm a G only and I feed those streets
Got three OZs of the D-O-B-E-B
To my backpack now that's crack jack

Coke, dope, crack, smack
Co-Coke, dope, crack, smack
Co-Coke, dope, crack, smack, co- E! E! Z! E!
Coke, dope, crack, smack
Co-Co-Coke dope, crack, smack
Co-Co-Coke dope, crack, smack
Co- E! E! Z! E!