Lyrics:
P-Rhymes rich
Dade County, let it do what it do
[DJ Khaled]
Rest in peace to Uncle Al
We The Best
Dade County, let's go
I rep my city
Nigga, I rep my
that oxy or that pure cocaine
I'm repping the light
Can't play in the dark
Cuz that's where they dance
Hold hands
And throw them darts
I call on his
the pimpin' is too fly
Runnin' game on yo wife while you out flossin' your ride
But she said, "if you ain't busy, or close in the vicinity
Stop on by
Where MC's and DJ's
Build up their skills as they play every day
For the rapture
Yeah, yeah
Everybody on the mic in the party sound alike
Until I
Where MC's and DJ's
Build up their skills as they play every day
For the rapture
Yeah, yeah
Everybody on the mic in the party sound alike
Until I
and ride in the back seat of my Cadillac
I bet you hate it 'cause we paid and floss, nigga we laid and lost
T.S.'ll make the baddest crews take
without the hat
And all our hoes dine and ride in the back seat of my Cadillac
I bet you hate it 'cause we paid and floss, nigga we laid and lost
T.S.'ll
for my Jamaican homie
Yeah, still up in the jungle boy
Me and the homie and a half of P of jungle boys
Back then we moved Cocaine, we was unemployed
[ verse 1: king tee ]
They live on the street and they hustle for fame
Some kill for a livin, some sling cocaine
Because it's now a lifestyle
and a lame-ass cop I'm off
I just want an easy ride home
Why's it seem like people drive slow when you're speeding by whoa
For the evening ride home
All I want's
weed, listenin' to rap
Take it easy on my brother Frenchie right here (Montana)
(Coke Boy, baby)
See, me and French
We go back like Cocaine City
for Guns 'n' Roses
Yeah! C'mon!
Throw your hands in the sky
And wave em from side to side
And if you're in this life just gettin by
Somebody
you ride?)
Had the mini 14 in the rental (b-boo)
Blue Lamb, yellow Lamb, even had a white one (white one)
Can't forget the kiwi green, even had a Sprite
peek at you
Turn to my ride or die when she in the back of my vehicle
I know that's physical most of the time we spent
In our living rooms undercovers
open
I'm with a big booty bitch dressed inappropriate
Cocaine, baking soda and some hot water
Kept the feinds comin' back to me not karma
Smiled
the party to have me some fun
I ride with these cats, so I'm never alone
DJ, please, could you play my song?
Wobble the wiggle, why slide off the back
I got an orange duffle bag full of straps, uh huh huh
Cocaine blues, Johnny Cash, uh huh huh
Harmonica on the train for some money
Zero pennies in my
the profit, I'm trading for all my peers
Make all this shit just disappear
Will and Moray for bed, man
DJ, DJ, DJ, DJ, DJ
All my diamonds in the mouth, man
you ride?)
Had the mini 14 in the rental (b-boo)
Blue Lamb, yellow Lamb, even had a white one (white one)
Can't forget the kiwi green, even had a Sprite
Pull up
Hop the velvet rope, Bless the scene
In cocaine white, Like the Pope
Jangalang Jangalang, chain swangin
Forgive me for my sins
Haters start
time to waste
To give chase, I put a hole in your fin
But your head to the barrel like DJ's is spinnin
Backward, to blow off the backwood, I'm so hood
did did that
This is Ghostface Bakery, ya'll ain't cake to me
Pushin' cocaine, Whitehorse in the city
Over Pun and Pac, I cried over Biggie
Spazzed
(Stay by my side, I want you in my life)
(And if you gon ride we could do it tonight)
(Aint got no time for that)
(Ride like a Pontiac)
(Fly like
Down in texas by the water Pc to be exact
You can catch me in my 1984 Cadillac
c Old school Biarritz , I call it El Dawg
Cocaine white interior ,
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