Текст песни Andre Nickatina - Soul Of A Coke Dealer
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[Andre Nickatina]You say you want it allYou say forget the lawAnd everything you saw, you copped it from the rawYou gon` be like the ones in skyAnd for a sec I was bout to ask whyBut we was brokeIt`s 83` with a street gleamAnd young cats is rockin up and gettin` street teamsAnd motherfuckers that hate me and want me to dieMan they can see that I`m broke in my eyeI need to do it, I need to talk to Twinky, he`d probably front me somethinHe made 20 g`s, outta straight nothin`And Pee Wee bought a 69` cuttyThat niggaz mackin bitches makin moneyThat shit ain`t funnyCuz I`m a go get her and makin thangs illerIt`s like a pain killer, but it`s much realerAnd in my callin` I could see the scrillaPlayboy just said coke dealer, man I`ma tryWe had a lunch date, in 1988And from your sad face, you said you caught a caseBut besides that the money was pilin` up, business was doin goodYou movin` on thru the hoodGot you a house no doubt in VallejoFor $700 ounce you gon` drop straight yayoNiggaz be talkin bad, sometimes I be gettin` madI just gotta gun, yo my mother said don`t callAnd like paper I was ripped apartBecause you know that my mother is my heartI feel ashamed, cuz im`a blast first up in the gameIt ain`t a mystery to me, money close at rangeCuz these bitches be talkin shitI live by the crucifixBecause of my pathways, party my last dayPraise to the double glockI`ve smoken so much potI don`t know if I like it or notI got beef wit the Barry brothersThey started hearin` my name up in the gameAnd told the undercoversYeah so here we go round and roundThe streets don`t make a soundDon`t they come uptown, nigga we cut em` downAnd thats the mind state for all those niggazRats bitin` cheese yeah all those squeelersTill the devil come and get us yeah they all gon` feel usDon`t make it hard for coke dealersWord life..Ok it`s 92`, now what you gonna do?I heard you killed a guard, in ya fightin squadHe said Nicky man you know the street theoryI can`t let the competition near meI hate em` dearlyI`m so out of control in my lifeLive by the sword and die by the knifeMy mother called to give her bestThe police picked up the phone started to laughAnd said he`s under arrestI felt pain in my heart from a thousand whipsMan, I wish I had never learned to bag a zipYou should have seen they face when I payed my bailIt was the look of the devil thats gon` send me to hellI made a call and I got a plotCuz when it comes to this lawyerHe wants the money man there ain`t no disguiseAnd these bitches with these cold heartsMan they be tellin` they friendsThat I`m a give em` a gang of ends and thenMy misery is legendaryAnd I could hear the old coke dealers cryin at the cemetaryI`m in the fast lane with no brakesAnd when it comes to this moneyI need a bakery to cook these cakesMan I`m goin to hellOr I`m a die in jailOr these bullets gon` rainAnd I`m gonna get nailedCut cut cut me down NickyIt make me wanna shiverThe lost soul of a coke dealerWord life..The lost soul of a coke dealerWord life... (x2)