Coke Lyrics

Cocaine

That's my motherfucking name

Fuck a bitch unless she giving me brain

A pocket full of change

I came to tame the game

My accuracy aim

Bang fortune and fame

Same game different lane

I make it rain with pain

I check you check your crew

Check your moves then bang

I take your jews take your shoes

I'm taking everything

I never loose unless I choose

I abuse the game

I live the low life

Still able so I'm fucking ya wife

Late night

Thugging and clubbing in the spot light

Talk right

Rubbing and fucking in the day light

Motel hotel holiday Inn

If that bitch don't come I'm fucking her friends

Ten gallons of gin

Coke and Mary Jane blend

Getting high as a motherfucker soon as I step in

Butt naked

Legs open you know I gotta take it

Back breaking

Booty shaking she trying to make a baby

Master bastion

I ain't hating fully participating

I stand still

That gun will get your man killed

That's how it is

When you live your life inside a battlefield

No time to chill

Weapon concealed now watch the blood spill

We keep it real

And if you faking it's a done deal

Pop and peel

It ain't no shame in my game

No crips and blood the only thing that I bring

Is the pistols and drugs

A bunch of bitches and thugs

Who's quick to split ya mug

Take a walk in my shoes

I don't got nothing loose

Still pick and I choose

Do what the fuck I want too

I got love for my Ken Folks

I draw blood and cut throats

Got a price on my head

Like fuck money I been broke

Too nice for the feds

Like fuck drugs I been Dope

Little niggas rolling up like what

But I been smoked I been coked

I been seen shit

You never seen before

Assassin so some of that shit

Your ass will never know

Ski masking no question asking

When out blasting

Paper stacking from jacking

Women jocking I'm macking

I'm not slacking on nothing

In G Vegas we make it happen

Call Dread and get it trapping

We flip it double or nothing

Watch Big Country get it strapping

Like a holster

Packing taking the game over

JD in the back seat

Packing the same heat

We bobbing the same beat

Wanna live so we gotta eat

Being brought up in the streets

We facing reality criminology became a G

I never leave the streets because the streets will remember me

Infinite with my energy

Sticking it to my enemy

Claiming to be offending me niggas must be shitting me

Network connections

Lisa pushing the Lexus

Dicky pushing the Benz that's reflecting my necklace