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| I come from the Oakland town
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| Task force roll and rock, cold cracked down
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| Young brothers my age making dollars so long
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| Drive a brand new Benz with a cellular phone
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| See him draped in gold, we call him Big Bank Bob
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| Got a ring for each finger and he can’t get a job
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| Call him trash, he supplies for the dopefiend’s tweak
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| But what you make in a year he might make in a week
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| Cold cash money is the answer to life
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| Feedin fat hovers to a dopefiend’s pipe
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| Gotta keep rollin, just can’t stop
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| Only two worries are a thief or the cops
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| People keep sayin: it’s all so wrong
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| But the rocks roll strong all night long
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| Another part of street life, the age old story
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| And now the coke dealers take all the glory
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| They’re the ones you meet big time on the street
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| I say the coke dealers are now the elite
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| See, the average dopehouse will take your soul
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| Trade it for a rock and do the same with your gold
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| But if you think about it really it all sounds silly
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| Smoked out Willie in his washed-up Philly
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| Open up shop down the block
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| And everybody’s tryin to get a piece of that rock
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| Coke dealers
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| Big time, baby
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| Smokin
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| Coke
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| Cocaine the demon, it knows you well
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| Sellin you a trip to a place called hell
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| You never even thought you’d get hooked
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| Starin in the mirror, scared to look
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| You think about life and think it’s cold
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| Like drivin with a flat down a rocky road
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| Now the rock man is your best friend
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| The only one you talk to time and again
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| You even tried dealin, but that’s no fun
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| Before you made a sale it was in your lungs
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| So the coke dealer now lives on your life
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| Like a four year marriage you’re the man’s wife
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| You can hate it with a passion, but you won’t fuss
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| He’s the driver of a Caddy and you’re ridin the bus
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| You think it’s not fair, I tell you it is
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| Cause he bought yours and you bought his
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| Bought his cars, his clothes, and he bought the coke
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| Now he looks good and you look smoked
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| It doesn’t take much to realize
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| All you gotta do is just open your eyes
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| You’re cold bein pimped by a rock in some glass
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| What’s it gonna take before you fall on your ass?
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| Bankrupt, smoked out, just simply through
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| Cold street walkin with a hole in your shoe
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| Coke dealers
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| Big time, baby
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| Smokin
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| Cokeland
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| I once had a homeboy rollin strong
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| Sold coke all day and all night long
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| He made a lotta money and bought a lotta stuff
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| But soon he went broke and it didn’t take much
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| First he started smokin, and all that he figured
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| Was the more he sold dope, you see his bank got bigger
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| But my homie thought wrong cause he could be stopped
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| The vice squad rolled and the boy got popped
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| He was out on bail before he made it to jail
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| Wasn’t about to do time when he’s doin so well
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| Say he had a lotta money and some real good friends
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| But he was almost broke when he flipped again
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| So he got on his grind, he wasn’t wastin a day
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| Opened up shop and started pumpin the weight
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| He thought about the boys that he could not pay
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| So he hustled by himself thinkin that’s okay
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| But one night he was chillin with a freak named Carol
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| His door was kicked in and he was starin at a barrel
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| The brother with the gun saw him tweak on the base
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| Walked right up and put the Uzi in his face
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| He said, «Give up the dope if you still wanna breathe
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| I tell you one time, you better listen to me»
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| As my homie got robbed he lost the fight
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| And now he’s just a smoker probably toking tonight
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| Coke dealers
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| Yeah, I’m big time, baby
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| Smokin
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| COKE!
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| Coke dealers
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| Big time, baby
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| Coke dealers
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| Big time, baby
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| Smokin
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| The City of Dope
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| Cokeland
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| Smokin
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| It don’t stop |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Coke Dealers , by - Too Short. Song from the album The Early Years, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп