Coke Dealers

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