Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cocaine, artist - Joell Ortiz. Album song Free Agent, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.02.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Freedom Tunes
Song language: English
Cocaine |
«We gon' make it rock and ROLLS, uh! |
Hey! |
All you gotta do, is yell out one word |
And the word is, cocaine |
CAN YOU DO THAT?! |
I’ll tell you when…» |
Uhh. |
dear Coke, what’s the deal? |
How you been? |
It been a little second since we was gettin it in |
Know I kinda abandoned you, but you know what? |
This music shit was promisin, look I’m 'bout to blow up |
But I’m never huggin the strip in my old Chucks, tryin to get mo' bucks |
Dodgin the gold truck, we had it sewn up |
You ain’t get no cut, still you pumped for me |
You was just happy that we both lived comfortably |
What up with Dope and them niggaz? |
They still gettin gwap? |
They had the whole block itchin like the chickenpox |
Aiyyo Cook, 'member you used to get in the pot? |
Come out actin hard, how many pleas did niggaz cop? |
Like how how many ways to get money y’all niggaz got? |
And I’ll be down, I post up faithfully at 6 o’clock |
But nah, it’s been me and my dudes since day one |
We ain’t lookin for partners, step up your game son |
Sometimes I wonder if you miss me |
Man I miss you even though that life is riskier |
(Cocaine, hehehe) |
My dude, when push come to shove |
The reason all them police clowns look in glove |
when they stop the V, heard you fuckin with Keisha |
You let her start fuckin wit’chu? |
I know, what’s a brother to do? |
She was always sniffin around since, back in the day |
She of age now, she know the mind games you played |
I know you got her feenin, runnin back for more |
Knowin yo' dirty ass you probably ran up in that raw |
So she open (she open) me I’m still datin |
This music take all my time and these girls ain’t got patience |
But fuck these bitches, what up with these snitches? |
Is niggaz tellin? |
Must be a new day, used to lose your toupees for yellin |
Glad that I ain’t a felon, they never caught you with me |
If they only knew that you had grew to a quarter a week |
I’da been on the phone up north orderin briefs |
Sweat pants and somethin white, socks on the feet |
But they didn’t, coulda been different |
I thought about that while this kite was bein written, listen! |
(Cocaine, hehehe) |
Guess what I’m tryin to say is I’m done |
We had fun, not to sound like a jerk but I won |
I’m doin things the right way cause you showed me wrong |
The people bump our stories when I throw it on a song |
I’ma ride this thing out until the motor gone |
And when the road get bumpy I’m still holdin on |
'Til I’m out the project grass and gotta mow the lawn |
The sky is the limit but you know Joe try and go beyond |
But God forbid that don’t work, I never went soft |
I’m back in the hood pickin right up where we left off |
This is a heads up, don’t count me out dawg |
If things don’t go right I’m goin left like a southpaw |
Back to punchin dudes in their face for tryin mouth off |
Servin all the fiends that be tryin to get they couch off |
Aiyyo Coke, don’t forget about the kid |
Might need you one day if I happen to get up out the biz |
Never forgot where I came from |
Where I first started to scoop my little bit of change from |
(Cocaine) That’s his name, son |
That’s his name, nigga |
«Hey! |
All you gotta do, is yell out one word |
And the word is, cocaine |
CAN YOU DO THAT?! |
I’ll tell you when…» |