cocaine

Lyrics

"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, 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 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!, 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, 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."