[ 1 ] Now.. I come from the town Task force and rock, cold cracked down Young brothers my age dollars so long Drive a brand new with a cellular phone See him draped in gold, we him Big Bank Bob Got a for each finger and he can't get a job Call him trash, he for the dopefiend's tweak But what you make in a year he make in a week cash money is the answer to life Feedin fat hovers to a dopefiend's Gotta rollin, just can't stop Only two are a thief or the cops People sayin: it's all so wrong But the rocks roll strong all night Another Park Street life, the age old And now the coke take all the glory They're the ones you meet big on the street I say the dealers are now the elite See, the average dopehouse will your soul Trade it for a and do the same with your gold But if you think about it it all sounds silly out Willie in his washed off Philly Open up shop the block And everybody's tryin to get a of that rock
dealers Big time,
[ 2 ] the demon, it knows you well Sellin you a trip to a called hell You even thought you'd get hooked Starin in the mirror, scared to You about life and think it's cold Like drivin with a ???? down a road Now the rock man is your best The one you talk to time and again You tried dealin, but that's no fun you made a sale it was in your lungs So the coke dealer now lives on your Like a four marriage you're the man's wife You can hate it with a passion, but you fuss He's the driver of a Caddy and you're the bus You it's not fair, I tell you it is Cause he yours and you bought his Bought his cars, his clothes, and he bought the Now he looks good and you look It doesn't much to realize All you do is just open your eyes You're cold pimped by a rock in some glass What's it gonna take before you on your ass? Bankrupt, smoked out, just simply Cold street walkin with a in your shoe
Coke Big time,
[ 3 ] I once had a homeboy strong coke all day and all night long He made a lotta money and a lotta stuff But soon he went broke and it take much First he smokin, and all that he figured Was the more he dope, you see his bank got bigger But my homie thought wrong cause he be stopped The vice squad rolled and the boy got He was out on before he made it to jail Wasn't to do time when he's doin so well Say he had a lotta and some real good friends But he was broke when he flipped again So he got on his grind, he wasn't a day Opened up and started pumpin the weight He thought the boys that he could not pay So he hustled by himself thinkin okay But one night he was chillin with a freak Carol His door was in and he was starin at a barrel The brother with the gun saw him tweak on the Walked up and put the Uzi in his face He said, "Give up the dope if you still wanna I you one time, you better listen to me" As my got robbed he lost the fight And now he's just a probably totin tonight
dealers Yeah, I'm big time, COKE!
Coke Big time,
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