Big Coke Shit

Shake the ice off man, one time... I'm ready now though man. Big coke shit, yeah [Verse 1] Nine-to-fives ain't shit, I'm into pies and bricks When smokers wanna get a fix, I'm the guy to hit When youngstas want a quick lick, I'm the guy to skip 308s won't miss, whole face dismissed No trace just kicks, gas-stoves no bicks Cash rolls stay thick, meatloaf legit I'm never short, never stepped-on, I'm true to my quote Explain it to my folks how money and blood don't mix Hate to see you with your hands out when dishing my grams out Plus you're past the age-limit, still staying at gram's house I'm past the speed-limit, sunroof throwing grands out Avisu be my linen so its true that I stand out Conserving Ice City, observing my plan out Remember my mistakes in the drought when I ran out No matter what the case, never pointing a man out I be the CEO like Steve Stout, forreal (Hook 2x) Big Coke shit, no broke shit Put the whip on the batch, no cut, bring it back Noxzema start to swarm, keep a strap, always armed Dimes and dubs I got it fat, catch me out on the track [Verse 2] Kinda wonder what my pops would think If he learned I sold the same stuff that made him OD If he learned I picked game up from felon OGs Felonous schools, still selling OZs A few start telling, surveilling our whole street Now it's cameras on the locker, trying to stop us My bankroll thick like ? or lady eskimo You say you got gas but it's regular unleaded though Cheapest side of propane made for lawnmowers Excelling in the dope game with snow like Dakota My folks bought a whole thing and snorted a quarter A double for this cocaine the minister told us Only way to have life eternal forever Just repent on our past life and stick together When we all heard, we stood tall like Voltron Posted on the corner, and got our fuckin' roll on (Hook) [Verse 3] Tree man hustle, concrete pants hanging low With my branches in the sky or the leaves couldn't grow Heat flash, sweet sleep, said my seed was all snow So if it wasn't for the ice, then the tree wouldn't grow Then Spice get life just to even up the score 59 nights make the dark glow Like a Paul Wall grill in Mike Jones' video New Edition Johnny Gill, 50 shots gon' score Like Ray Al on the 3 point, snitching niggas speak oink On the witness stand giving juries every key-point I be damned like Satan in the lake of fire Sitting in the cell like Avon on The Wire... Getting higher but this weed can't burn Fast enough for my addiction, white man throwing pigeons That's hard to dodge up so I'm Andy Ramirez In Artful Dodgers, Recreations Creative In Ice City hella years and still not jaded Front door kicked down, homicide raided Hung low, skip town, rippas persuaded Even though I get around like money be through the Bay bitch Young with some grown folks, though they all dead And the ghetto would become hope; for a slice of bread Be engulfed in some gun smoke, big heads envelope Mailed to an address where it's terrorists like Guantanamo My guests be abominable, snowman Jack Frost Naked lady eskimo, sacks off Busting down a brick with a hacksaw, like Jim Duggan Daydreaming in the dungeon, got this rap Cold Gunnin Cause I really miss my cousin, ain't a bitch but I love him Like a glitch in the computer, Bill Gates said it wasn't 14 with a ruger, you the reason why I'm hustling Let me know if it's for gouda cause I'm good to throw something Big coke shit...