Cocaine Lyrics - Free Agent - Joell Ortiz

We gon' make it rock and rolls, uh 

Hey, all you gotta do, is yell out one word 

And the word is, cocaine 

Can you do that? I'll tell you when 

Uh, dear coke, what's the deal? How you been? 

It been a little second since we was gettin' it in 

Know I kinda abandoned you, but you know what? 

This music shit was promisin', look I'm 'bout to blow up 

But I'm never huggin' the strip in my old Chucks 

Tryin' to get mo' bucks 

Dodgin' the gold truck, we had it sewn up 

You ain't get no cut, still you pumped for me 

You was just happy that we both lived comfortably 

What up with Dope and them niggaz? They still gettin gwap? 

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They had the whole block itchin' like the chickenpox 

Aiyyo Cook, 'member you used to get in the pot? 

Come out actin' hard, how many pleas did niggaz cop? 

Like how how many ways to get money y'all niggaz got? 

And I'll be down, I post up faithfully at 6 o'clock 

But nah, it's been me and my dudes since day one 

We ain't lookin' for partners, step up your game son 

Sometimes I wonder if you miss me 

Man I miss you even though that life is riskier 

(Cocaine, he, he, he) 

My dude, when push come to shove 

The reason all them police clowns look in glove 

When they stop the V, heard you fuckin' with Keisha 

You let her start fuckin' wit'chu? 

I know, what's a brother to do? 

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She was always sniffin' around since, back in the day 

She of age now, she know the mind games you played 

I know you got her feenin', runnin' back for more 

Knowin' yo' dirty ass you probably ran up in that raw 

So she open 

(She open) 

Me I'm still datin' 

This music take all my time and these girls ain't got patience 

But fuck these bitches, what up with these snitches? 

Is niggaz tellin'? 

Must be a new day, used to lose your toupees for yellin' 

Glad that I ain't a felon, they never caught you with me 

If they only knew that you had grew to a quarter a week 

I'da been on the phone up north orderin' briefs 

Sweat pants and somethin' white, socks on the feet 

But they didn't, coulda been different 

I thought about that while this kite was bein' written, listen 

(Cocaine, he, he, he) 

Guess what I'm tryin' to say is I'm done 

We had fun, not to sound like a jerk but I won 

I'm doin' things the right way 'cause you showed me wrong 

The people bump our stories when I throw it on a song 

I'ma ride this thing out until the motor gone 

And when the road get bumpy I'm still holdin' on 

'Til I'm out the project grass and gotta mow the lawn 

The sky is the limit but you know Joe try and go beyond 

But God forbid that don't work, I never went soft 

I'm back in the hood pickin' right up where we left off 

This is a heads up, don't count me out, dawg 

If things don't go right I'm goin' left like a southpaw 

Back to punchin' dudes in their face for tryin' mouth off 

Servin' all the fiends that be tryin' to get they couch off 

Aiyyo coke, don't forget about the kid 

Might need you one day if I happen to get up out the biz 

Never forgot where I came from 

Where I first started to scoop my little bit of change from 

(Cocaine) 

That's his name, son 

That's his name, nigga 

Hey, all you gotta do, is yell out one word 

And the word is, cocaine 

Can you do that? I'll tell you when