+ La Coka Nostra(wiht Everlast) - That's Coke . | Текст песни

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• + La Coka Nostra(wiht Everlast)
• That's Coke .

Yo, I've been rhyming since my daddy's dick first got wet,
Kicked a hole in the womb of my mother then I jet.
Back to the scene of the crime,
A true mastermind, I'll never do time.

Nah, but I do watch my watch till the second hand stops
And the bars close down and the records get dropped.
Piss drunk in the parking lot speaking dumb,
Gun all sticky from the Puerto Rican rum.

I keep it real like the 80's when we flooded the block,
Stick up kids went from baseheads to suckin' the cock,
The hottest bitch in my projects discovered the rock,
A year later had the monster climbing out of her twat.

This is a stick up, I told you you could reach for the sky
Fuck a chip off the brick or the piece of the pie.
The worst thing they did to the kid was leave him alive,
Now I'm ruthless moving with a reason to die.

The trees got me so high I can't sniff your next line
My culture's refined, I'm heavy on the grind.
I'm hard in the paint, my uzi weighs a kilo,
I'll smack you in the face and crack your head like Cee Lo.

It's a fact homey eagles don't roam in flocks
But the eagles that I got will put a hole in your top
So predictable I'm already knowin' your plot,
It happens so fast you won't even know that you're shot.

Till the concrete is painted with pain
'Cause you bein' dead is the only way they'll ever say you were slain.
Black scully, black bandana, and black coat,
With the cult leader and the house of pain, (That's coke.)

You already know what it is,
It's the pimp, the sniff and the aw shit
That ain't dandruff homeboy,
Hell naw that ain't dandruff.

All together now, that's coke!

That's coke in freezer bags hidden in the Ferarri,
More raw than Big Daddy Kane spittin' with Marley,
More white than them three bitches sniffin' with Charley,
That's coke like a boston george new year's party.

The motherfuckin' svengali,
Mob boss got body in the XL Denali with the mossberg shotty,
Got a full box of shells and a ransom note
That ain't gun powder out on my dash, (That's coke.)

I'm raw as sushi, Belushi's spirit probably is with me,
I'm Rick James bitch, ask Bobby and Whitney,
In the hood where the maniacs will rob you to get me,
Gettin' blown by Paris, Nicole, Lindsey, and Britney
You shittin' me?

All together now, that's coke!