"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..."
|
|
[Joell Ortiz]
|
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
|
|
(Cocaine, hehehe)
|
|
[Joell Ortiz]
|
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 (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!
|
|
(Cocaine, hehehe)
|
|
[Joell Ortiz]
|
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
|
(Cocaine) 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..."
|
|
-----------------
|
Cocaine
|
Joell Ortiz |