Lyrics That's Coke - Slaine, Ill Bill, La Coka Nostra

That's Coke

Yo, I’ve been rhyming since my daddy’s dick first got wet
Kicked a hole in the womb of my mother then I jet
Back to the scene of the crime
A true mastermind, I’ll never do time
Nah, but I do watch my watch till the second hand stops
Till' the bars close down and the records get dropped
Piss drunk in the parking lot speaking dumb
Gun all sticky from the Puerto Rican rum
I keep it real like the 80's when we flooded the block
Stick up kids went from baseheads to suckin' the cock
The hottest bitch in my projects discovered the rock
A year later had the monster climbing out of her twat
This is a stick up
I told you you could reach for the sky
Fuck a chip off the brick or the piece of the pie
The worst thing they did to the kid was leave him alive
Now I’m ruthless moving with a reason to die
The trees got me so high kid sniff your next line
My culture’s refined, I’m heavy on the grind
I’m hard in the paint, my Uzi weighs a kilo
I’ll smack you in the face and crack your head like Cee Lo
It’s a fact hommie eagles don’t roam in flocks
But the Eagles that I got will put a hole in your top
So predictable I’m already knowin' your plot
It happens so fast you won’t even know that you’re shot
Until the concrete is painted with pain
Cause you bein' dead is the only way they’ll ever say you were «Slaine»
Black scully, black bandana, and black coat
With the Cult Leader and the House of Pain
You already know what it is
It’s the pimp, the sniff and the aw shit
That ain’t dandruff homeboy
Hell naw that ain’t dandruff
All in together now — That’s coke (x5)
That’s coke in freezer bags hidden in the Ferarri
More raw than Big Daddy Kane spittin' with Marley
More white than them three bitches sniffin' with Charlie
That’s coke like a Boston George New Year’s party
The motherfucking Svengali
Mob boss got body in the XL Denali
With the Mossberg shotty
Got a full box of shells and a ransom note
That ain’t gun powder out on my dash (that's coke)
I’m raw as sushi, Belushi’s spirit probably is with me
I’m Rick James bitch, ask Bobby or Whitney
In the hood where the maniacs will rob you to get me
Gettin' blown by Paris, Nicole, Lindsey, and Britney
You shittin' me?
All in together now — That’s coke (x12)