| Yo, son, see the police over there
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| Hey Kendrick! |
| (Hey Fred)
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| Would you mind, and telling them meet me by the car
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| Call another station and tell them to send a couple more of cars
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| I got Jerry, I got you…
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| One of them got a dick in they mouth
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| Hood is fucking crazy
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| I see about forty dollars on the floor…
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| I know somebody know something man
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| Fucking pricks be standing around and don’t be acting
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| Like you don’t know, tell us what’s going on
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| Get the fuck outta here…
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| Yo, aiyo, couldn’t believe what happened to Steve
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| They found him in the grass, butt ass naked, tied up, it’s freezing
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| The D’s knew, flew him to the south, had 'em in the barn
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| Arm all shredded out, vex, forget about it
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| His lady, Baby Blue Eye, she kept a mack in the refrigerator
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| Yelling how she hate me with eyes, when they bumped her
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| Found a Louis bag in the dumpster
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| New blue uzi that ripped her fronts up
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| She leaning, I start dreaming, damn
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| Niggas shot shorty in the mouth, then slid in the Lamborghini
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| Eight days later, they weight her, found heroin
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| All in the bitch arm, trick from decarter
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| Her girl durell nails, nigga, that’s who you could say tell
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| Anything and everything, the nigga’s in the jail, yo
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| For Filas, she need, need, come to, to cry
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| This a live bitch from the east, fronting since junior high
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| But let’s continue to peep it, Steve, the nigga been through
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| Mad situations, since he crashed his Benz station
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| All the FBI and 'em, hide 'em
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| Waiting for the right time to blow a nine, right through a spine
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| The grind was getting serious, the coke scarce
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| Only niggas who live can get it, if they gun game fierce
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| I was in the cut lamping, yeah, watching how it went down
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| I’m fronting, knowing this is not my town, that’s wild
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| Aiyo, Chef, when that Cuban 2 coming out
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| Yo, man… it’s coming out when I want it come out, man
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| Ya’ll niggas just sit back and get ready for it, man
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| Cause it’s some real motion picture shit, knowhatimsaying?
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| Straight up, the date is the date
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| It’s coming when I tell it to come
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| So all ya’ll niggas that want to know
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| Yeah, we going into a very serious Chamber right now
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| It’s the Cocaine World, I’m a do my numbers
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| It’s all real nigga, this is not slavery
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| Not over here, aight? |
| So you just walk down the block, man
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| And go to church or something, man, knowhatimsaying?
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| Cause when I come with this flame, nigga
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| All lights is out, for everything, man
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| Trust me, I know ya’ll niggas need me
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| Hahaha… ya’ll niggas gon' need me
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| When I come through, I spit in niggas hands
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| Youknowhatimsaying? |
| Straight up, stepping on ya sneakers
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| Fucking puppets… ya’ll niggas is slave workers, man
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| Watch what we do, you know?
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| If you need to get some of this, you know
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| You can shoot over to 225 Hudson
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| Or you can meet me in Africa
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| I just bought a crib out there, you heard?
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| Nice little hut, luxury hut, nigga
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| Muthafucking bed made of hay, nigga
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| Tied up with gold yarn… ya’ll niggas is soft, man
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| For real, man, New York
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| I’m throwing ya’ll niggas on my back
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| Remember what I said… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cocaine World , by - Raekwon. Song from the album The Vatican Mixtape, Vol. 3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп