Coke Dealers Lyrics

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Coke Dealers Lyrics

by Too Short

[ VERSE 1 ]

Now.. I come from the Oakland town

Task force roll and rock, cold cracked down

Young brothers my age making dollars so long

Drive a brand new Benz with a cellular phone

See him draped in gold, we call him Big Bank Bob

Got a ring for each finger and he can't get a job

Call him trash, he supplies for the dopefiend's tweak

But what you make in a year he might make in a week

Cold cash money is the answer to life

Feedin fat hovers to a dopefiend's pipe

Gotta keep rollin, just can't stop

Only two worries are a thief or the cops

People keep sayin: it's all so wrong

But the rocks roll strong all night long

Another Park Street life, the age old story

And now the coke dealers take all the glory

They're the ones you meet big time on the street

I say the coke dealers are now the elite

See, the average dopehouse will take your soul

Trade it for a rock and do the same with your gold

But if you think about it really it all sounds silly

Smoked out Willie in his washed off Philly

Open up shop down the block

And everybody's tryin to get a piece of that rock



Coke dealers

Big time, baby

Smokin

Coke



[ VERSE 2 ]

Cocaine the demon, it knows you well

Sellin you a trip to a place called hell

You never even thought you'd get hooked

Starin in the mirror, scared to look

You think about life and think it's cold

Like drivin with a ???? down a rocky road

Now the rock man is your best friend

The only one you talk to time and again

You even tried dealin, but that's no fun

Before you made a sale it was in your lungs

So the coke dealer now lives on your life

Like a four year marriage you're the man's wife

You can hate it with a passion, but you won't fuss

He's the driver of a Caddy and you're ridin the bus

You think it's not fair, I tell you it is

Cause he bought yours and you bought his

Bought his cars, his clothes, and he bought the coke

Now he looks good and you look smoked

It doesn't take much to realize

All you gotta do is just open your eyes

You're cold bein pimped by a rock in some glass

What's it gonna take before you fall on your ass?

Bankrupt, smoked out, just simply through

Cold street walkin with a hole in your shoe



Coke dealers

Big time, baby

Smokin

Cokeland



[ VERSE 3 ]

I once had a homeboy rollin strong

Sold coke all day and all night long

He made a lotta money and bought a lotta stuff

But soon he went broke and it didn't take much

First he started smokin, and all that he figured

Was the more he sold dope, you see his bank got bigger

But my homie thought wrong cause he could be stopped

The vice squad rolled and the boy got popped

He was out on bail before he made it to jail

Wasn't about to do time when he's doin so well

Say he had a lotta money and some real good friends

But he was almost broke when he flipped again

So he got on his grind, he wasn't wastin a day

Opened up shop and started pumpin the weight

He thought about the boys that he could not pay

So he hustled by himself thinkin that's okay

But one night he was chillin with a freak named Carol

His door was kicked in and he was starin at a barrel

The brother with the gun saw him tweak on the base

Walked right up and put the Uzi in his face

He said, "Give up the dope if you still wanna breathe

I tell you one time, you better listen to me"

As my homie got robbed he lost the fight

And now he's just a smoker probably totin tonight



Coke dealers

Yeah, I'm big time, baby

Smokin

COKE!



Coke dealers

Big time, baby



Coke dealers

Big time, baby

Smokin

The City of Dope

Cokeland

Smokin

It don't stop