Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Coka Moschiach (feat. Raekwon the Chef), artist - Ill Bill. Album song The Hour Of Reprisal, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.09.2008
Record label: Fat Beats
Song language: English
Coka Moschiach (feat. Raekwon the Chef) |
Yeah, sniff your brains out all my Al Capone, Al Pacino nigga’s |
For real nigga |
Sniff your brains out all my Al Capone, Al Pacino nigga’s |
For them gangsters |
Sniff your brains out all my Al Capone, Al Pacino nigga’s |
Yeah, let’s get it, Yo, hey yo Bill represent nigga what up, what up |
An eight ball of coke will make Sara smile like Hall & Oates |
Line it up, spread it on the table like Torah scrolls, homie |
But if you Len Bias, you’re a goner |
Now put the money in the bag before me and Rae pull an Osama |
Square biz, no plots or schemes boy |
Hit you with 50 shots like them cops from Queens |
You’re on a cross with a crown that bleeds |
Resurrect you with a speed bump and trumpets that sound like screams |
Shoot the bitch in the trunk of the Buick for foolishness |
Killed for losing bricks, this is Only Built For Cuban Linx |
Lord know I got mouths to feed |
So my heart is ice cold to anybody outside my team |
Fuck you, pay me a million dollars, matter fact, make it a billion |
Fuck a condo I’m taking the building |
Posted like the Freeway Ricky Ross in the Porsche |
And hosted by Manowar’s Ross the Boss at L’amours |
Sniff your brains out all my Vinny the Chins and Joe Pescis |
With coke recipes and hoes on ecstasy, La Coka Nostra a brand you can trust |
Catch me in the bathroom stall handing out bumps |
We blast shottys off the roof, strapped, trapped in a coup |
Living like this, duke’ll have a nigga bidding in boots |
I swear to my seeds, daddy gonna buy you the V’s |
But instead I got trapped and started buying them keys |
I went from rich kid, selling under the bench to lynch kid |
High power money nigga living in Richmond |
Wore a few beefs, ran through hoods, ordered new jeeps |
Pull guns on police, shot up the four seasons |
Then I got clapped, yapped, thought I had it right |
But I was wrong then, now I get it on when I write |
I rectify this, you live by the sword and get fried by the board |
Cause that’s the only way we got to get on |
What it is nigga, get high, remember the grizz |
And play the tape that resemble the great, that’s Raekwiz, nigga |
Stay real, history’s ill, don’t stop til you cash in |
Catch me in the Aston with Bill Pill |