Cocaine Lyrics

from Perfect Storm

"Cocaine" is track #10 on the album Perfect Storm. It was written by Prudencio, Paolo / Warwar, Nicholas M / Mitchell, Carl Terrell / Mims, Mario / Aiello, Michael.
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"Cocaine" is track #10 on the album Perfect Storm. It was written by Prudencio, Paolo / Warwar, Nicholas M / Mitchell, Carl Terrell / Mims, Mario / Aiello, Michael.
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Cocaine, forget it by the quarter
Bring it by the pound, straight through the border
Cocaine, bring it 'cross the water
When it touch down, serve it on the corner

They taste it, they taste it, they comin' right back
Comin' right back, they comin' right back
You taste it, you taste it, you comin right back
Comin' right back, yeah you comin' right back fo' the
Cocaine

This for them white girl movers
Big dreams of makin' a million of a users
Car and the money, the same color of mucous
Go get it his self they call 'em ghetto Frank Lucas

Cocaine, he got it by the boulder
Got it by the bird and he got it by the quarter
Cocaine, so he keep one in the holster
Colombian connects, so they call him Lil' Sosa

Gotta try to catch the six o' clock mornin' rush
I bet them niggas down the street ain't servin' more then us
They look like twenties but I'm chargin' the customer ten
They give-aways just to lure a few customers in

Cocaine, that's why it's Bentley Coupe time
Damn them niggas tippin', look at the soup line
All day they be servin' them fifty packs
Came to the table and count about fifty stacks

'Cause I know somebody
Who can come right over the border
That be the reason why they get it right back
And so they got

Cocaine, forget it by the quarter
Bring it by the pound, straight through the border
Cocaine, bring it 'cross the water
When it touch down, serve it on the corner

They taste it, they taste it, they comin' right back
Comin' right back, they comin' right back
You taste it, you taste it, you comin' right back
Comin' right back, yeah you comin' right back fo' the
Cocaine

This lil' nigga think he Pablo
The whole thing in the panel of the car door
Cocaine, and even though we from Chicago
Some kinda way he can get that overseas cargo

And if you stop the connection, he got then he has others
Twins from Miami, I call 'em the Diaz brothers
Got a killer squad in the mob, he the boss
How you want it? 'Cause he got the hard and the soft

Cocaine, they call him Shawty Blanco
Junior El Chavo, in that Murcielago
Cocaine, that right connection to them poppy seeds
'Cause he know somebody that'll go wherever poppy be

Cocaine, and no the knot don't stop
'Cause these niggas is go get it from the doc to the block
And these tips gon' be open, and these hypes gon' be floatin'
I don't put too much on it, so it can stay potent, I got that

Cocaine, forget it by the quarter
Bring it by the pound, straight through the border
Cocaine, bring it 'cross the water
When it touch down, serve it on the corner

They taste it, they taste it, they comin' right back
Comin' right back, they comin' right back
You taste it, you taste it, you comin' right back
Comin' right back, yeah, you comin' right back fo' the
Cocaine

Y-O-G-O-T-T-I, fuck nigga play with me get shot
Pow, pow, pow from a coupe to a drop, beep
Big guap, nigga, eighteen bands will get
One hundred eight grams of that block
Fresh up out the pot, I call it water whipped
Hit it with the soda make that dope do a karate flip

Five turn to ten, now that's a Maserati flip
Two hundred forty months, now that's a whole lotta years
M6 Camaro, now that's a whole lotta gears
Hit him with the chopper, make his family shed a lotta tears

I'm a North Memphis nigga, we weighed everything
Send them boys in Chi-town they like to gang bang
[Incomprehensible] know the flo' do too
Nigga imagine what I been through
Shawty shot at niggas who went to war with me and my crew

Gotti them niggas ain't pimp like you
They ain't real like you, they ain't trill like you
They ain't sellin' no bricks, they ain't shot no pistol
Niggas ain't on a song with Twista, hey

Cocaine, forget it by the quarter
Bring it by the pound, straight through the border
Cocaine, bring it 'cross the water
When it touch down, serve it on the corner

They taste it, they taste it, they comin' right back
Comin' right back, they comin' right back
You taste it, you taste it, you comin' right back
Comin' right back, yeah you comin' right back fo' the
Cocaine

Songwriters
Prudencio, Paolo / Warwar, Nicholas M / Mitchell, Carl Terrell / Mims, Mario / Aiello, Michael

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