Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Soul Of A Coke Dealer , by - Andre Nickatina. Release date: 10.08.2009
Song language: English
Soul Of A Coke Dealer |
| You say you want it all |
| You say forget the law |
| And everything you saw, you copped it from the raw |
| You gon' be like the ones in sky |
| And for a sec I was bout to ask why |
| But we was broke |
| It’s 83' with a street gleam |
| And young cats is rockin up and gettin' street teams |
| And motherfuckers that hate me and want me to die |
| Man they can see that I’m broke in my eye |
| I need to do it, I need to talk to Twinky, he’d probably front me somethin |
| He made 20 g’s, outta straight nothin' |
| And Pee Wee bought a 69' cutty |
| That niggas mackin bitches makin money |
| That shit ain’t funny |
| Cuz I’m a go get her and makin thangs iller |
| It’s like a pain killer, but it’s much realer |
| And in my callin' I could see the scrilla |
| Playboy jet set coke dealer, man I’mma try |
| We had a lunch date, in 1988 |
| And from your sad face, you said you caught a case |
| But besides that the money was pilin' up, business was doin good |
| You movin' on thru the hood |
| Got you a house no doubt in Vallejo |
| For $ 700 ounce you gon' drop straight yayo |
| Niggas be talkin bad, sometimes I be gettin' mad |
| I just gotta gun, yo my mother said don’t call |
| And like paper I was ripped apart |
| Because you know that my mother is my heart |
| I feel ashamed, cuz im’a blast first up in the game |
| It ain’t a mystery to me, money close at range |
| Cuz these bitches be talkin shit |
| I live by the crucifix |
| Because of my past ways, it’s probably my last days |
| Praise to the double Glock |
| I’ve smoken so much pot |
| I don’t know if I like it or not |
| I got beef wit the Barry brothers |
| They started hearin' my name up in the game |
| And told the undercovers |
| Yeah so here we go round and round |
| The streets don’t make a sound |
| Don’t they come uptown, nigga we cut em' down |
| And thats the mind state for all those niggas |
| Rats bitin' cheese yeah all those squeelers |
| Till the devil come and get us yeah they all gon' feel us |
| Don’t make it hard for coke dealers |
| Word life. |
| Ok it’s 92', now what you gonna do? |
| I heard you killed a guard, in ya fightin squad |
| He said Nicky man you know the street theory |
| I can’t let the competition near me |
| I hate em' dearly |
| I’m so out of control in my life |
| Live by the sword and die by the knife |
| My mother called to give her best |
| The police picked up the phone started to laugh |
| And said he’s under arrest |
| I felt pain in my heart from a thousand whips |
| Man, I wish I had never learned to bag a zip |
| You should have seen they face when I payed my bail |
| It was the look of the devil’s thats gon' send me to hell |
| I made a call and I got a plot |
| Cuz when it comes to this lawyer |
| He wants the money man there ain’t no disguise |
| And these bitches with these cold hearts |
| Man they be tellin' they friends |
| That I’m a give em' a gang of ends and then |
| My misery is legendary |
| And I could hear the old coke dealers cryin at the cemetary |
| I’m in the fast lane with no brakes |
| And when it comes to this money |
| I need a bakery to cook these cakes |
| Man I’m goin to hell |
| Or I’m a die in jail |
| Or these bullets gon' rang |
| And I’m gonna get nailed |
| Cut cut cut me down Nicky |
| It make me wanna shiver |
| The lost soul of a coke dealer |
| Word life. |
| The lost soul of a coke dealer |
| Word life… (x2) |