U-God, Y-Not Da Beast, Slaine, Raekwon - Coke lyrics
[U-God, Y-Not Da Beast, Slaine, Raekwon - Coke lyrics]
We been crazy
) Rock) Throw mad bullets at you
Jumping in new spacely
All my goons is frustrated
Groan at they PO's
It's obvious, we do this, we bust haters
Yo, gun selectors, dumb detectors
Chase my niggas, talking slick
Where that Lex kid at?
You know we cool and we Darth Vaders
Always in black uniforms
Rocking Clarks and sharp gators
Can't tell me nothing, I've been shaking
Pull out them slammers, regulate the streets
I bake Satan
How many of us it take paper and start a war
It's like starting up a store that sell aces
All my colors and bad brothers, rag coverage
Black glovesers, leathers and glass lovers
These dick beaters, and
Strangle something up, go get Jesus
Look, the coke, the coka, the cocaine
The C-O-K-E, it's coke, man
They lift the weight up in snow plains
You sniff an eighth up in your brain
The coke, the coka, the cocaine
The C-O-K-E, it's coke, man
The prices rise like some propane
The nicest guys become so fame
(Freeze) Illegal transport, son
I throw bombs back and forth
(Rock) It's a contact sport
Get your arm cracked off
Yo, I blast like I'm task force
Stashed in my dashboard
Exercise black thought, dance on a catwalk
Grew up on the asphalt
Tryna get my grams off
Watch for the hand off, I'ma get my plans off
Like you and your mans off
Everybody huddle up twenty cent dime pieces
Watch the water bubble up
A piece of the puzzle, son, pieces
Crumble up my old righteous troublesome
Now I'm into major things
Made it this far, kid
The God got on angel wings
Every time the flavor bring, tons of coke
Mad gross two cuts of lactose
I'm underground like railroad
Mad low, son, in this hellhole, an animal
Friendship be flammable
No shame for some to blow
Brains out for fun, over cocaine and guns
Look, the coke, the coka, the cocaine
The C-O-K-E, it's coke, man
They lift the weight up in snow plains
You sniff an eighth up in your brain
The coke, the coka, the cocaine
The C-O-K-E, it's coke, man
The prices rise like some propane
The nicest guys become so fame
Ever since a little youth
I've been bent on stoups
Sipping gin and juice
In the booth, fill the dope game
Shooting on bent up hoops
Roll around in stolen cars
Nah these ain't no rented coupes
Grimeys behind me, they all grimey
Ninety percent of controlled
Lying in the booth, put the ashes in the pipe
Blowtorch to the crack
My fire is winter proof
Old thoughts of black and white pictures
Now they developing
Skeletons surrounded by archangels
And seraphins
Telegram packages distributed through
The whole hood
Tell him this racquet is bad for
Him but it's so good
Are you a fighter? Real life scuffle
No dirt clean
Plus a muthafucka had to hustle since 13
I got my mind in focus
Where you never been at
How you think I made a hundred grand
From where my pen's at
Fuck the fortune and the glamour
I don't need no fame i piss whiskey and spit
Fire, I bleed cocaine, muthafucka
Look, the coke, the coka, the cocaine
The C-O-K-E, it's coke, man
They lift the weight up in snow plains
You sniff an eighth up in your brain
The coke, the coka, the cocaine
The C-O-K-E, it's coke, man
The prices rise like some propane
The nicest guys become so fame
Freeze! Rock! Freeze! Rock!
Freeze! Rock! Freeze! Rock!