Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Coke, artist - Raekwon. Album song Dopium, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 04.08.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Coke |
| )Rock) 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 glovesers, leathers and glass lovers |
| Introduce these leaders, wanna take money |
| 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! |