Coke Dealers Lyrics - Players - Too $hort

[ VERSE 1 ] 

Now. I come from the Oakland town 

Task force roll and rock, cold cracked down 

Young brothers my age making dollars so long 

Drive a brand new Benz with a cellular phone 

See him draped in gold, we call him Big Bank Bob 

Got a ring for each finger and he can't get a job 

Call him trash, he supplies for the dopefiend's tweak 

But what you make in a year he might make in a week 

Cold cash money is the answer to life 

Feedin fat hovers to a dopefiend's pipe 

Gotta keep rollin, just can't stop 

Only two worries are a thief or the cops 

People keep sayin: it's all so wrong 

But the rocks roll strong all night long 

Another Park Street life, the age old story 

And now the coke dealers take all the glory 

They're the ones you meet big time on the street 

I say the coke dealers are now the elite 

See, the average dopehouse will take your soul 

Trade it for a rock and do the same with your gold 

But if you think about it really it all sounds silly 

Smoked out Willie in his washed off Philly 

Open up shop down the block 

And everybody's tryin to get a piece of that rock 

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Coke dealers 

Big time, baby 

Smokin 

Coke 

[ VERSE 2 ] 

Cocaine the demon, it knows you well 

Sellin you a trip to a place called hell 

You never even thought you'd get hooked 

Starin in the mirror, scared to look 

You think about life and think it's cold 

Like drivin with a? down a rocky road 

Now the rock man is your best friend 

The only one you talk to time and again 

You even tried dealin, but that's no fun 

Before you made a sale it was in your lungs 

So the coke dealer now lives on your life 

Like a four year marriage you're the man's wife 

You can hate it with a passion, but you won't fuss 

He's the driver of a Caddy and you're ridin the bus 

You think it's not fair, I tell you it is 

Cause he bought yours and you bought his 

Bought his cars, his clothes, and he bought the coke 

Now he looks good and you look smoked 

It doesn't take much to realize 

All you gotta do is just open your eyes 

You're cold bein pimped by a rock in some glass 

What's it gonna take before you fall on your ass? 

Bankrupt, smoked out, just simply through 

Cold street walkin with a hole in your shoe 

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Coke dealers 

Big time, baby 

Smokin 

Cokeland 

[ VERSE 3 ] 

I once had a homeboy rollin strong 

Sold coke all day and all night long 

He made a lotta money and bought a lotta stuff 

But soon he went broke and it didn't take much 

First he started smokin, and all that he figured 

Was the more he sold dope, you see his bank got bigger 

But my homie thought wrong cause he could be stopped 

The vice squad rolled and the boy got popped 

He was out on bail before he made it to jail 

Wasn't about to do time when he's doin so well 

Say he had a lotta money and some real good friends 

But he was almost broke when he flipped again 

So he got on his grind, he wasn't wastin a day 

Opened up shop and started pumpin the weight 

He thought about the boys that he could not pay 

So he hustled by himself thinkin that's okay 

But one night he was chillin with a freak named Carol 

His door was kicked in and he was starin at a barrel 

The brother with the gun saw him tweak on the base 

Walked right up and put the Uzi in his face 

He said, "Give up the dope if you still wanna breathe 

I tell you one time, you better listen to me" 

As my homie got robbed he lost the fight 

And now he's just a smoker probably totin tonight 

Coke dealers 

Yeah, I'm big time, baby 

Smokin 

COKE! 

Coke dealers 

Big time, baby 

Coke dealers 

Big time, baby 

Smokin 

The City of Dope 

Cokeland 

Smokin 

It don't stop