Thats Coke

(Everlast)

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

(Slaine)

Nah, but I do watch my watch till the second hand stops

And 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

(Ill Bill)

I keep it real like the 80's when we flooded the block

Stick up kids went from baseheads to suckin' the cock

The hottest bitch in my projects discovered the rock

A year later had the monster climbing out of her twat

(Slaine)

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

(Everlast)

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

(Ill Bill)

It's a fact homey eagles don't roam in flocks

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

So predictable I'm already knowin' your plot

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

(Slaine)

Till the concrete is painted with pain

Cause you bein' dead is the only way they'll ever say you were slain

Black scully, black bandana, and black coat

With the cult leader and the House of Pain (that's coke)

(Danny Boy)

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 (x5)

(Ill Bill)

That's coke in freezer bags hidden in the ferarri

More raw than Big Daddy Kane spittin' with Marley

More white than them three bitches sniffin' with Charley

That's coke like a boston george new year's party

(Everlast)

The motherfuckin' 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 gun powder out on my dash (that's coke)

(Slaine)

I'm raw as sushi

Belushi's spirit probably is with me

I'm Rick James bitch, ask Bobby and Whitney

In the hood where the maniacs will rob you to get me

Gettin' blown by Paris, Nicole, Lindsey, and Brittney

You shittin' me?

All in together now - That's coke (x12)