Coke Dealers

[ 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 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 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