Tsu Surf - Cocaine Paradise lyrics

From the cocaine paradise, Brick City
Newark, waddup!
They thought I wasn't comin' back
Rest in peace to Newark, man
Shotgun, waddup?

I'm from a cocaine paradise
A heroin city where
Gang members, fake niggas
Snake bitches plenty there
Loyalty is really rare
You could die anywhere
MAC's clap, clips rip, automatic semis flare
Fuckers want you gone
Gotta live with your gun
Niggas'll die for they set but
Won't live for they son
Got time for they bitches
Show neglect to they daughter
Ain't beefin' for work so they
Get it by the quarter


See, the dark clouds cover us
No gettin' out for some of us
If you ain't know better you'd think
God didn't fuck with us
Little bit of money so the
Whips got 'em hatin'
Gotta watch for the phonies and
The fake salamu alaykum's
A lot of questions unanswered and
We don't know why
Nigga 12 years old throwin' his
Gang in the sky
I don't judge him, I don't judge him
That could be my lil cousin
Told him, he don't live for somethin'
He could die for nothin'
I can still hear the shots fired
Screams in my head
Got a "Rest in Peace Daddy"
Tat he ain't even dead!
Left us thinkin' these immature
Ways got Mommy hurtin'
And these triple stacked pills
Got Tsunami surfin'
Scrape up the rent money, gotta get diapers
When I'm sittin' downstate
Playin' monopoly with lifers
Been a shooter since a kid
I'm hittin' 9 out of 9
Jail taught me one thing: out of sight
Out of mind lil' Rel wanted to ball
But Jay-Jay popped him
Keisha got kids, but DYFS done got them
Reek was out robbin', but Reek done got ten
The King had a dream and
You see they shot him
So I'ma grind 'til I'm a victim of a homicide
But, I'll be damned another
Man make Momma cry
Two of yours, one of mine, somebody gotta die
40 cal baarracckkk! I'm lettin'
That Obama fly
Cold sweat nightmares, dreams from a bad book
They ain't really bangin'
They just likin' how them flags look
Play the corner like Champ out in Denver
Flip keys by the season
January 'til December got max in the summer
Tall cans in the winter
See them turtle niggas snitchin'
‘Cause they runnin' with the Splinters
I been nice since street lights, curfews
Nick at Nite, pillow fights, Rugrats, Urkels
The ones that know you the best
The ones that'll hurt you
Protect me from the squares and
I'll handle my circle
I'm out ridin' for the team, boy
It's dinner time
Heart of a leo, them twin 40's geminis
Clip on maximum, this block'll get minimized
Hood what I stand for, pain what I symbolize
100 round double grip, Shotgun drivin'
Add a few slugs and I'll
Divide the whole problem
The niggas that be talkin'
Ain't the ones ridin'
Early morning kitchen whippin'
I ain't makin' omelettes
Fuck the police, see, I'm just bein' honest
Think he runnin' from me? Shit
He better be Sonic
True trap star, connect front thirty birds
‘Cause he know I'm Matt Ryan
With them dirty birds
Time to get it crackin'
Chopper make that "prattt" sound
Men in Black flash: I'll
Clean this whole background
Got enough for all nine lives, lay a cat down
Aaron Rodgers on the field: can't
Let my pack down
Not my daughter, not my mother
Not my fuckin' hood
Would they kill me if they could? yeah
They fuckin' would
I was young and fell in love with the strip
Man, this hood a dirty broad
I'm still fuckin' with the bitch
See, if I don't make it out? Cool
I'ma die here
‘Cause, I bang, ‘cause I trap and I ride here
Pussy, money, weed
Dead bodies what they find here
Good wherever I'm at
I'm feelin' like LeBron here
Tell them niggas come get me
I'll be waitin' on 'em
Two Rondos, mask like Jason on 'em
Hood been sleepin' on him
Niggas been hatin' on him
Tim Duncan with the bread
Surf been bankin' on 'em
Any problems, man, that gauge will clap
Maybe they'll love me when I
Fade to black Tsunami!