| My family roll thick like syrup and milkshakes
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| Transporting weight from the south to the golden state
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| Swingin' figure 8's, burnin rubber its hypo
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| In the middle of the intersection, tryin to start up a side-show
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| My mind go in other places cats dont speak on
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| Da Raw and uncut, for you niggas to tweak on
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| I flip on suckas as they come out rappin
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| So imagine whats gon' happen when I catch you in traffic
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| Who sell the most records in the bay (You?)
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| Indepentent label (You?) No video and radio play? |
| (You?)
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| Its been 86 murders since the start of 2002
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| When niggas bang turfs for the work
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| Not that red and blue, and every single block is a street
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| When niggas hold it down cause you know we gotta eat
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| They call me Keak Sneak, but my real name is Kunta-Kentay B-O-W-E-N
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| My nigga told me dont be scared, cause I’mma run the streets
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| Just like t-shirt, blue jeans, and Nikes
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| Coke white t-shirt, blue jeans, and Nikes
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| Stay strapped with the 45, I wish a nigga would try
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| Kick styles so unique and Exquisite
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| Gift of gab, and I spit it
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| I’m off this Gungie my ninja
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| I’m so damn twisted from smokin so much turtle I’m spliffed
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| Went to court and got acquitted the other day ago
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| So I wassa perkin early in the mornin, yawnin off
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| This HIGH SPEED CHASE SHIT! |
| Damn near caught a case wit it
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| Hit the gas, Skeet Skirt, drivin fast, Skeet Skirt
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| In the slow lane, seein stars, goin against the grain
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| Slappin this shit, THAT’ll FUCK WIT YA BRAIN BOY!
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| This is ya brain on thug (on thug) mode I suppose
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| Plenty hoes, Panty hose, 5 times sittin on vogues
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| 24 inch toes, robbers, lookin out for the hella-kizz-noppers
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| We ain’t proper, I’m off the main line
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| I represent heavy on the grizz 9, Intergame (Intergame)
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| I’m in the dope-fiend rental, tryin to paint the town
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| Four speed honda civic and I’m breakin it down (Breakin it down)
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| One head light plus I’m ridin spare
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| Thermometer say a hundred, I’m takin him there
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| It was me and Bra Heff, Ridin and smokin
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| Sidin' in Oakland, livin it up, cause the 8 frame broken
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| Coke white t-shirt, blue jeans, and Air Max
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| Came up Highstreet, stopped on Fairfax
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| Hit the liquor store, gotta get me a Remy
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| Copped some light from Lil' O, forgot the tank on empty
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| So I hit E-1−4 gimmie 10 on fo'
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| A box of Philly titans, and a short box of dem 'Ports
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| READ MORE
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| More for me, if a nigga dont smoke
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| And I knock the baddest hoes when I ain’t on hundred spokes
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| Gimme head, lemme poke, errything on him
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| I know her nigga but she ain’t feelin him |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Coke White , by - Keak Da Sneak. Song from the album Keak Da Sneak Presents: Dope Game (The Comp), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп