文本歌词

u-god、Raekwon、Slaine - Coke
Fix your face when we rhyming we been crazy
Throw mad bullets at you jumping in new spacely
All my goons is frustrated groan at they P O '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 gloveses leathers and glass lovers
Introduce these leaders wanna take money
These d**k beaters
And strangle something up go get Jesus
Look the coke the coka the coc*ine
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 coc*ine
The C-O-K-E it's coke man
The prices rise like some propane
The nicest guys become so fame
Illegal transport son
I throw bombs back and forth
It's a contact sport get your arm cracked off
Yo I blast like I'm task force
Stashed in my dash board
Exercise black thought dance on a catwalk
Grew up on the asphalt trynna get my grams off
Watch for the hand off I'm a 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
Everytime 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 coc*ine and guns
Look the coke the coka the coc*ine
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 coc*ine
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 stoupes
Sipping gin and juice
In the booth fill the d**e 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 seraphims
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 muthaf**ka 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
F**k the fortune and the glamour
I don't need no fame
I piss whiskey and spit fire
I bleed coc*ine muthaf**ka
Look the coke the coka the coc*ine
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 coc*ine
The C-O-K-E it's coke man
The prices rise like some propane
The nicest guys become so fame