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 '80s when we flooded the block

Stick-up kids went from baseheads to sucking the cock

The hottest bitch in my projects discovered the rock

A year later had the monster coming 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, homie, eagles don't roam in flocks

But the Eagles that I got will put a hole in your top

So predictable, I'm already knowing your plot

It happens so fast you won't even know that you're shot

Until the concrete's painted with pain

Cause you being 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

All in together now - That's coke

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That's coke in freezer bags hidden in the Ferrari

More raw than Big Daddy Kane spitting with Marley

More white than them three bitches sniffing 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 gunpowder 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

Getting blown by Paris, Nicole, Lindsey, and Britney

You shitting me?

All in together now - That's coke

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