Ras Kass - Coke Lines feat. Agallah lyrics
rate meNigga you steal my stand
Medicate faders, so you should hang yourself
Like tyler the creator
Life ain’t fair, a saint gets aborted
A serial killer is born
Evil gets rewarded, dear lord, your vision is distorted
And I wanna save the world, but my budget can’t afford it
But I deserve that gwap, like knaye and curtis
A mayweather life before I lay in rigo mortis
43 and I’m on the mike, the top perfect
Couple new niggas hot, now they claiming he the furnace
They asking braskets, spit on the sun and burn it
It’s ...guilty, you already know the verdict
Yeah, I’m in the club popping bottles on my wet
With a magic johnson portable aids test
Looking up this dame’s dress
But I don’t need no whore,
I mean no ratchet ass...bars
[Hook]
Life’s like sniffing up the coke lines
Life’s like sniffing up the coke lines
Life’s like sniffing up the coke lines
Life’s like sniffing up the coke lines
Life’s like sniffing up the coke lines
Life’s like sniffing up the coke lines
Hey yo, life’s like sniffing up a coke line
Take the scripture out of the bible, and I broke mine
I’m so prolific like a proctor when I cope lines
Barmageddon with bars, scarface, the world is mine
Dollar bills I’ma burn em, the system I over turn it
New government is emmerging, yeah I’m doing a lot of splurging
It’s like I’m fucking a virgin, know my dick is determined
I’m spitting verbal bourbon, hate raps like ...
Your scar go rap music, make you wanna act stupid
Ignorant son of a bitch, fuck rap music
Whites doing black music, blacks doing white music
We could all get along and make fight music
I live this shit, I don’t even like music
Rather do a heist to it, silence the lambs
Most niggas in my hood is down for grams, yes sir!
[Hook]
Life’s like sniffing up the coke lines
Life’s like sniffing up the coke lines
Life’s like sniffing up the coke lines
Life’s like sniffing up the coke lines
Life’s like sniffing up the coke lines
Life’s like sniffing up the coke lines
Me and ras at them chop, I came with the pot
Cook on the stove top, till it form to a rock
Tell shawty hit the block, we about to get the gwap
Don’t choke to the cops, respect me like the pops
Me and pop tell em stop, we came with the pot
Cook on the stove top, till it form to a rock
Tell shawty hit the block, we about to get the gwap
Don’t talk to the cops, respecting like your pop.
