| «We gon' make it rock and ROLLS, uh!
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| Hey! |
| All you gotta do, is yell out one word
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| And the word is, cocaine
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| CAN YOU DO THAT?! |
| I’ll tell you when…»
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| Uhh. |
| dear Coke, what’s the deal? |
| How you been?
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| It been a little second since we was gettin it in
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| Know I kinda abandoned you, but you know what?
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| This music shit was promisin, look I’m 'bout to blow up
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| But I’m never huggin the strip in my old Chucks, tryin to get mo' bucks
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| Dodgin the gold truck, we had it sewn up
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| You ain’t get no cut, still you pumped for me
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| You was just happy that we both lived comfortably
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| What up with Dope and them niggaz? |
| They still gettin gwap?
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| They had the whole block itchin like the chickenpox
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| Aiyyo Cook, 'member you used to get in the pot?
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| Come out actin hard, how many pleas did niggaz cop?
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| Like how how many ways to get money y’all niggaz got?
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| And I’ll be down, I post up faithfully at 6 o’clock
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| But nah, it’s been me and my dudes since day one
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| We ain’t lookin for partners, step up your game son
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| Sometimes I wonder if you miss me
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| Man I miss you even though that life is riskier
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| (Cocaine, hehehe)
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| My dude, when push come to shove
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| The reason all them police clowns look in glove
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| when they stop the V, heard you fuckin with Keisha
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| You let her start fuckin wit’chu? |
| I know, what’s a brother to do?
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| She was always sniffin around since, back in the day
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| She of age now, she know the mind games you played
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| I know you got her feenin, runnin back for more
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| Knowin yo' dirty ass you probably ran up in that raw
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| So she open (she open) me I’m still datin
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| This music take all my time and these girls ain’t got patience
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| But fuck these bitches, what up with these snitches? |
| Is niggaz tellin?
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| Must be a new day, used to lose your toupees for yellin
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| Glad that I ain’t a felon, they never caught you with me
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| If they only knew that you had grew to a quarter a week
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| I’da been on the phone up north orderin briefs
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| Sweat pants and somethin white, socks on the feet
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| But they didn’t, coulda been different
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| I thought about that while this kite was bein written, listen!
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| (Cocaine, hehehe)
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| Guess what I’m tryin to say is I’m done
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| We had fun, not to sound like a jerk but I won
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| I’m doin things the right way cause you showed me wrong
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| The people bump our stories when I throw it on a song
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| I’ma ride this thing out until the motor gone
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| And when the road get bumpy I’m still holdin on
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| 'Til I’m out the project grass and gotta mow the lawn
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| The sky is the limit but you know Joe try and go beyond
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| But God forbid that don’t work, I never went soft
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| I’m back in the hood pickin right up where we left off
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| This is a heads up, don’t count me out dawg
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| If things don’t go right I’m goin left like a southpaw
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| Back to punchin dudes in their face for tryin mouth off
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| Servin all the fiends that be tryin to get they couch off
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| Aiyyo Coke, don’t forget about the kid
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| Might need you one day if I happen to get up out the biz
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| Never forgot where I came from
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| Where I first started to scoop my little bit of change from
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| (Cocaine) That’s his name, son
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| That’s his name, nigga
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| «Hey! |
| All you gotta do, is yell out one word
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| And the word is, cocaine
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| CAN YOU DO THAT?! |
| I’ll tell you when…» |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cocaine , by - Joell Ortiz. Song from the album Free Agent, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп