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Albums:

Coke Machine Glow [International Version] (Gordon Downie) · Every Open Eye [Coke Bottle Clear Vinyl Indie Exclusive] (Chvrches) · Rum & Coke (Professor Longhair) · Coke Boys 4 (French Montana) · Coke Boys 2 (French Montana) · Coke Machine Glow (Gordon Downie) · Rum & Coke (Professor Longhair) · Coke Boys 3 (French Montana) · I'm a Coke Boy (French Montana) · Dub, Edits and Whisky-Coke (Chab) – and 90 other albums »


Listen what 'ya say and hear
My point of view
To much drugs you can
Go mental
Da say Dr.
Alban tellin' everybody
We no want no coke, no heroin
No
Yo! My name is Dr. Alban, the MD, microphone doctor
This song is dedicated to the people of Africa
Swe Mix gimme some drums
Yo! African people, unite
change 
(un, un) from the Coke game (Coke game) to the dope game 
from a slow brain (Dope game) Ha, ha (Fuck a no name) 
We done did it again son, they
change 
(un, un) from the Coke game (Coke game) to the dope game 
from a slow brain (Dope game) Ha, ha (Fuck a no name) 
We done did it again son, they
I once knew a girl by the name of Monique
She was my childhood sweetheart every day of the week
Whether PS46, or 151
After school I'd go to her
time than now to start some killin
It's Cook Coke Crack, 2005's ghetto version of Achilles NIGGA

[Chorus]

[Fat Joe]
Yo, yo, loop this and you
time than now to start some killin
It's Cook Coke Crack, 2005's ghetto version of Achilles NIGGA

[Chorus]

[Fat Joe]
Yo, yo, loop this and you
Is you ready? 
Back by popular demand
Murderous specialist tactics 
Wu Tang Clan  no rehearsal or practice 
Niggaz ain't ready for this
Niggaz
No rats, re-rock that got them all losing weight
Got all they teeth shot but got a sweet spot
Gotta call up Dr. Dre just for the Detox
All of this in
before the FBI figure me
Forty stories up, inside a high rise in Italy
No hidden forces, only natural courses deliver me
Gray hairs from the great
the drinker 
Misunderstood to make the ordeal linger 

They label me a problem child who can't cope 
Hangin' by a thread  yes a very thin rope 
Inevitably
Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I will fear no evil, for you are with me
Your rod and your staff, they comfort me
You
shot in the throat
He used to break day on the block, sellin' coke
5-for-20 seller, no girlie hassles
Dirty rascal, never showered, smell worse than
It's not latin, or white, or black music
It's that cooked up coke, crack music
Black Thought and Pharoahe, the rap duet
It's that lucid rapid eye
in beautiful technicolor
Directly from another place you could expect no other
To stand by these trues and break these rules
We defy the laws of cool
You brought us the a-bomb
In so many ways endorsed by God and The Book
So God loves a war monger?
Hey Mr.Blix: forget Iraq and the time it took
Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I will fear no evil, for you are with me
Your rod and your staff, they comfort me
You
[ "Long Version" includes the following INTRO: ]
Yo Rich
How come y'all go ruthless
turn around and try to be positive?
[ D-Loc ]
Look man, people
what I know and let me put it in this flow
We got all the goods we need but got no money to grow
Hood got all the coke and weed but got no profit
Spit crack, live rap, while my boy weighed OZ's
Coke? No weed low-key, I drank OE, 'til theres no left, only
Thing got gold left's the tostones
Pops
Dust the gorilla till' they passed the Glock to Kong
And smacked around the ward and poured him a straight by Dr. Strong
Manic, depressed slashed chest
broke like TLC

Roll on ya block, handle y'all, battle y'all
Take you out, put you in my catalog
When goin' to war, better remember
No retreat, no
mess, I guess I must just blew up quick (yes)
Grew up quick (no) was raised right
Whatever you say is wrong, whatever I say is right
You think of my name
zest, and breasts, too upset
It's just, too much mess, I guess
I must just blew up quick, yes
Grew up quick? No
Was raised right?
Whatever you say is
the nine milly gun it
I leave you dented by the way glock pop
Take a hot shot, push ya knot back like a drop top

Freeze like coke in the drop or ya float