[ 1 ] Now.. I come from the Oakland Task roll and rock, cold cracked down Young brothers my age making so long Drive a brand new Benz with a 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 might make in a Cold cash is the answer to life Feedin fat hovers to a dopefiend's Gotta keep rollin, just can't Only two worries are a or the cops People keep sayin: it's all so But the rocks strong all night long Park Street life, the age old story And now the coke dealers take all the They're the ones you meet big time on the I say the coke are now the elite See, the dopehouse will take your soul Trade it for a and do the same with your gold But if you think about it really it all silly Smoked out Willie in his off Philly Open up shop down the And everybody's to get a piece of that rock
dealers Big time,
[ 2 ] Cocaine the demon, it you well you a trip to a place called hell You never even you'd get hooked Starin in the mirror, scared to You think about life and think cold Like drivin a ???? down a rocky road Now the rock man is your best The only one you talk to time and You even dealin, but that's no fun Before you made a sale it was in your So the coke dealer now lives on life Like a four year you're the man's wife You can it with a passion, but you won't fuss He's the driver of a and you're ridin the bus You think not fair, I tell you it is he bought yours and you bought his Bought his cars, his clothes, and he bought the Now he looks and you look smoked It doesn't much to realize All you gotta do is just open eyes You're bein pimped by a rock in some glass What's it gonna take before you fall on ass? Bankrupt, smoked out, just through Cold street with a hole in your shoe
Coke Big time,
[ 3 ] I once had a rollin strong Sold all day and all night long He made a lotta money and bought a stuff But he went broke and it didn't take much First he started smokin, and all that he Was the more he dope, you see his bank got bigger But my homie wrong cause he could be stopped The squad rolled and the boy got popped He was out on bail before he it to jail Wasn't to do time when he's doin so well Say he had a lotta money and some real friends But he was almost broke he flipped again So he got on his grind, he wastin a day Opened up shop and started pumpin the He thought about the boys he could not pay So he hustled by himself thinkin that's But one night he was chillin with a freak named His was kicked in and he was starin at a barrel The brother with the gun saw him on the base Walked right up and put the Uzi in his He said, "Give up the dope if you still breathe I tell you one time, you better to me" As my homie got robbed he the fight And now he's just a smoker probably totin
Coke Yeah, I'm big time, COKE!
Coke Big time,
Coke Big time, The of Dope It stop