Cocaine
By Charlie Ray (2018)
On album Street Gossip (2018)
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[C.Ray/Charles Xavier] [Hook x2]:
Yeah, We at 'em with this dope game
Catch us in the trap, we cookin' all day
I turn on the track and I feel no pain
At 'em with this spittin'
Got 'em sniffing up this Cocaine
[Verse 1: Kamikazi]:
Got the habit that's highly addictive
And my penmanship says I'm restricted
Selective with those that I spit with
Anything less than I guess become victims
Sleep till the track smack with the uppercut
Take it he better come right back
They ain't ready for the brainsick shit like that
Till you get up in your veins when you lit like clack
Underground {Pap Pap}
You can never master it
On another level we master this
Even if your father an actor I'd rather kill 'em, decapture
I might be the villain if I could send 'em when disaster hits
With no warnin', C.Ray come look at these dudes
They strung out from cookin' up tubes
We murder part 2's like it's nothin'
But as long as they bluffing, we looking for something to do
Just might be you, Peering [?] a lot we can do
Tune up the monster, and vibe with the mood
And if you survive the night
On the high, searching for more underground music
Don't look confused
How do you [?] you lit the fuse?
Made it my time and the word I pursue
I stay emotion and soak up the fruit of my labor, the flavor
They savor the truth
[?] all of these venues, give rappers the noose
White rappers useless, skin off their [?] and come back
With some new shit
Cut 'em no slack and see what they produces
Man, I don't need no institution, work that I'm choosin'
Makes me feel I can do anything, everything into this music
Here, homie, use it
[C.Ray/Charles Xavier] [Hook x2]:
Yeah, We at 'em with this dope game
Catch us in the trap, we cookin' all day
I turn on the track and I feel no pain
At 'em with this spittin'
Got 'em sniffing up this Cocaine
[Verse 2: C-Mob]:
You know that I get on a track and I spill guts
Now roll that dolla' bill up and feel this real stuff
Then you will addicted to the sickness of my rhymes
To another angel will be drifted when you're lifted off my lines
Loving how high you get when you buy my shit
And I insist it's daily, with the pen and the pad, I'm in the lab
This scientist is crazy, a madman [Lunatic] dope in the booth [?]
Running up on these rappers, skin them alive, then make a suit of it
Doing it for the love of it, So hot, you'll need an oven mitt
As soon as I give them a [?]
They sniffin' it up and they want another hit
Me and the supervillians got more keys than on accordions
Collectively, we're moving more coke than John DeLorean
With this dope game, we give them this cocaine
They do them all lines, as if it was Soul Train
And different than no pain, they bobbing their head
And they love how the flow change, Next minute, I'm so strange
Enough of the propane
Because it is a supervillain ability to be able to throw flames
[C.Ray/Charles Xavier] [Hook x2]:
Yeah, We at 'em with this dope game
Catch us in the trap, we cookin' all day
I turn on the track and I feel no pain
At 'em with this spittin'
Got 'em sniffing up this Cocaine
[Verse 3: Bleezo]:
Hey... Knock on me
Catch a nigga deeper than the tri-four deep
[?] a block flow-key
Get the rifle, G
Pick a cock-chrome heat, you did not want beef
Overdosin' with the cocaine
Post up on the corner with the whole thing
Watch the money grow, no low gain
Got the bitches fiendin' for the D, call it "Dope Game"
Quit runnin' like yo' wishin' [?]
For a limited time, you can get it for the low
Bitches on my line, gonna [?rip?] a nigga's lines
Trynna get up in yo' mind, like a little bit of blow
[Will be edited at a later date]
[C.Ray/Charles Xavier] [Hook x2]:
Yeah, We at 'em with this dope game
Catch us in the trap, we cookin' all day
I turn on the track and I feel no pain
At 'em with this spittin'
Got 'em sniffing up this Cocaine
[Verse 4: King-ISO]:
I'm big, my nigga
And that's on [?]
Ridin' 'round the city with a red bandana
We rockin' that ball, That's southern Montana
I can't feel my face like Joel Santana
I feel like baking soda, I be arm with the hammers
Work so good, make a bitch say "Can I?"
Run up like a needle with the trouble, nigga, and I
Dive in the work bare, lookin' like [?]
I spit it hella wicked, nigga let's-let's rock
Fucking with the brain, Nigga
Might get shot
You don't make sense like a timeless watch
Nigga, I get hot like a Pyrex pot (Wooh!)
Nigga, I'm the brainsick fucking David Ruffin
I'm on the stove and all you lame niggas is makin' muffins
Shave with the [?], Get [?] with the work
My work so good, make you call into work
And then do a bullet, Nigga can't fuck wit' me
Nigga hit me, 150, Eight ball in the work
Aguilera, nigga, no Christina
Coca leaves got my dopamine up
You're more like jelly
Don't go with Pepsi
That Coca-Cola, That cocaína
Fuckin' with a killa in the danger zone
Keep a 9 Millimeter, ready to shave yo' dome
Brain-Brain muthafucka, when the brain get gone
And I keep the streets tripped with no safety on
If rap don't work, then I stay at home
When a nigga gonna see that my fame is gone
I be bustin' on the block all day with chrome
Selling dummy, Man, like Krayzie Bone
[C.Ray/Charles Xavier] [Hook x2]:
Yeah, We at 'em with this dope game
Catch us in the trap, we cookin' all day
I turn on the track and I feel no pain
At 'em with this spittin'
Got 'em sniffing up this Cocaine
[Verse 4: Redro Killson]:
Yeah, We at 'em with this dope game
Catch us in the trap, we cookin' all day
I turn on the track and I feel no pain
At 'em with this spittin'
Got 'em sniffing up this Cocaine
[Verse 1: Kamikazi]:
Got the habit that's highly addictive
And my penmanship says I'm restricted
Selective with those that I spit with
Anything less than I guess become victims
Sleep till the track smack with the uppercut
Take it he better come right back
They ain't ready for the brainsick shit like that
Till you get up in your veins when you lit like clack
Underground {Pap Pap}
You can never master it
On another level we master this
Even if your father an actor I'd rather kill 'em, decapture
I might be the villain if I could send 'em when disaster hits
With no warnin', C.Ray come look at these dudes
They strung out from cookin' up tubes
We murder part 2's like it's nothin'
But as long as they bluffing, we looking for something to do
Just might be you, Peering [?] a lot we can do
Tune up the monster, and vibe with the mood
And if you survive the night
On the high, searching for more underground music
Don't look confused
How do you [?] you lit the fuse?
Made it my time and the word I pursue
I stay emotion and soak up the fruit of my labor, the flavor
They savor the truth
[?] all of these venues, give rappers the noose
White rappers useless, skin off their [?] and come back
With some new shit
Cut 'em no slack and see what they produces
Man, I don't need no institution, work that I'm choosin'
Makes me feel I can do anything, everything into this music
Here, homie, use it
[C.Ray/Charles Xavier] [Hook x2]:
Yeah, We at 'em with this dope game
Catch us in the trap, we cookin' all day
I turn on the track and I feel no pain
At 'em with this spittin'
Got 'em sniffing up this Cocaine
[Verse 2: C-Mob]:
You know that I get on a track and I spill guts
Now roll that dolla' bill up and feel this real stuff
Then you will addicted to the sickness of my rhymes
To another angel will be drifted when you're lifted off my lines
Loving how high you get when you buy my shit
And I insist it's daily, with the pen and the pad, I'm in the lab
This scientist is crazy, a madman [Lunatic] dope in the booth [?]
Running up on these rappers, skin them alive, then make a suit of it
Doing it for the love of it, So hot, you'll need an oven mitt
As soon as I give them a [?]
They sniffin' it up and they want another hit
Me and the supervillians got more keys than on accordions
Collectively, we're moving more coke than John DeLorean
With this dope game, we give them this cocaine
They do them all lines, as if it was Soul Train
And different than no pain, they bobbing their head
And they love how the flow change, Next minute, I'm so strange
Enough of the propane
Because it is a supervillain ability to be able to throw flames
[C.Ray/Charles Xavier] [Hook x2]:
Yeah, We at 'em with this dope game
Catch us in the trap, we cookin' all day
I turn on the track and I feel no pain
At 'em with this spittin'
Got 'em sniffing up this Cocaine
[Verse 3: Bleezo]:
Hey... Knock on me
Catch a nigga deeper than the tri-four deep
[?] a block flow-key
Get the rifle, G
Pick a cock-chrome heat, you did not want beef
Overdosin' with the cocaine
Post up on the corner with the whole thing
Watch the money grow, no low gain
Got the bitches fiendin' for the D, call it "Dope Game"
Quit runnin' like yo' wishin' [?]
For a limited time, you can get it for the low
Bitches on my line, gonna [?rip?] a nigga's lines
Trynna get up in yo' mind, like a little bit of blow
[Will be edited at a later date]
[C.Ray/Charles Xavier] [Hook x2]:
Yeah, We at 'em with this dope game
Catch us in the trap, we cookin' all day
I turn on the track and I feel no pain
At 'em with this spittin'
Got 'em sniffing up this Cocaine
[Verse 4: King-ISO]:
I'm big, my nigga
And that's on [?]
Ridin' 'round the city with a red bandana
We rockin' that ball, That's southern Montana
I can't feel my face like Joel Santana
I feel like baking soda, I be arm with the hammers
Work so good, make a bitch say "Can I?"
Run up like a needle with the trouble, nigga, and I
Dive in the work bare, lookin' like [?]
I spit it hella wicked, nigga let's-let's rock
Fucking with the brain, Nigga
Might get shot
You don't make sense like a timeless watch
Nigga, I get hot like a Pyrex pot (Wooh!)
Nigga, I'm the brainsick fucking David Ruffin
I'm on the stove and all you lame niggas is makin' muffins
Shave with the [?], Get [?] with the work
My work so good, make you call into work
And then do a bullet, Nigga can't fuck wit' me
Nigga hit me, 150, Eight ball in the work
Aguilera, nigga, no Christina
Coca leaves got my dopamine up
You're more like jelly
Don't go with Pepsi
That Coca-Cola, That cocaína
Fuckin' with a killa in the danger zone
Keep a 9 Millimeter, ready to shave yo' dome
Brain-Brain muthafucka, when the brain get gone
And I keep the streets tripped with no safety on
If rap don't work, then I stay at home
When a nigga gonna see that my fame is gone
I be bustin' on the block all day with chrome
Selling dummy, Man, like Krayzie Bone
[C.Ray/Charles Xavier] [Hook x2]:
Yeah, We at 'em with this dope game
Catch us in the trap, we cookin' all day
I turn on the track and I feel no pain
At 'em with this spittin'
Got 'em sniffing up this Cocaine
[Verse 4: Redro Killson]:
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