blast holiday - big coke shit lyrics
shake the ice off man, one time… i’m ready now though man. big c0ke sh-t, yeah
[verse 1]
nine-to-fives ain’t sh-t, i’m into pies and bricks
when smokers wanna get a fix, i’m the guy to hit
when youngstas want a quick l!ck, 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 c0ke sh-t, no broke sh-t
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 f-ckin’ 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 n-ggas speak oink
on the witness stand giving juries every key-point
i be d-mned 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 h-lla 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 b-tch
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 b-tch 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 c0ke sh-t…
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