C-Mob - Cocaine lyrics

[C.Ray/Charles Xavier] [Hook x2]: Yeah, We at 'em with this dope game Catch us in the trap, we cookin' all day I turn on the track and I feel no pain At 'em with this spittin' Got 'em sniffing up this Cocaine [Verse 1: Kamikazi]: Got the habit that's highly addictive And my penmanship says i'm restricted Selective with those that I spit with anything less than I guess we come victims Sleep till the track smack with the uppercut Take it he better come right back They ain't ready for the brainsick sh** like that Till you get up in your veins when you lit like clack Underground {​​​​​​​​​Pap Pap}​​​​​​​​​ You can never master it On another level we master this Even if your father an actor I'd rather k** 'em, decapture I might be the villain if i could sense 'em when disaster hits With no warnin', C.Ray come wrecking these dudes They strung out from cookin' up tubes We murder part 2's like it's nothin' But as long as they bluffing, we looking for something to do Just might be you, Peering [?] a lot we can do Tune up the monster, invite with the mood And if you survive the night On the high, searching for more underground music Don't look confused How do you [?] defuse? Made it my time and the word I pursue I stay emotion and soak up the fruit, I might label the flavor They savor the truth [?] all of these views, give rappers the noose [?White?] rappers useless, skin off their [?] and come back With some new sh** Cut 'em no slack and see what they produces Man, I don't need no institution, work that I'm choosin' Makes me feel I can do anything, everything into this music Here, homie, use it [C.Ray/Charles Xavier] [Hook x2]: Yeah, We at 'em with this dope game Catch us in the trap, we cookin' all day I turn on the track and I feel no pain At 'em with this spittin' Got 'em sniffing up this Cocaine [Verse 2: C-Mob]: You know that I get on a track and I spill guts, now roll that dolla' bill up and feel this real stuff, then you will addicted to the sickness of my rhymes To another angel will be drifted when you're lifted off my lines Loving how high you get when you're on my sh** And I insist it's daily, with the pen and the pad, I'm in the lab This scientist is crazy, a madman [Lunatic] dope in the booth [?] Running up on these rappers, skin them alive, then make a suit of it Doing it for the love of it, So hot, you'll need an oven mitt As soon as I give them a [?] They sniffin' it up and they want another hit Me and the supervillians got more keys than a accordion Collectively, we're moving more coke than John DeLorean With this dope game, we give them this c**aine They do them all lines, as if it was Soul Train And different than no pain, they bobbing their head And they love how the flow change, Next minute, I'm so strange Enough of the propane Because it is a supervillain ability to be able to throw Flames [C.Ray/Charles Xavier] [Hook x2]: Yeah, We at 'em with this dope game Catch us in the trap, we cookin' all day I turn on the track and I feel no pain At 'em with this spittin' Got 'em sniffing up this Cocaine [Verse 3: Bleezo]: Hey...Knock on me Catch a n***a deeper than the tri-four deep [?] a block flow-key Get the rifle, G Pick a co*k-chrome heat, you did not gon' beef [?] with the c**aine Post up on the corner with the whole thing Watch the money grow, no low gain Got the b**hes fiendin' for the D, call it "Dope Game" Quit runnin' like yo' wishin' [?] For a limited time, you can get it for the low b**hes on my line, gonna [?rip?] a n***a's lines Trynna get up in yo' mind, like a little bit'll blow [Will be edited at a later date] [C.Ray/Charles Xavier] [Hook x2]: Yeah, We at 'em with this dope game Catch us in the trap, we cookin' all day I turn on the track and I feel no pain At 'em with this spittin' Got 'em sniffing up this Cocaine [Verse 4: King-ISO]: I'm big, my n***a And that's on [?] Ridin' 'round the city with a red bandana We rockin' that ball, That's southern Montana I can't feel my face like Joel Santana I feel like baking soda, I be arm with the hammers Work so good, make a b**h say [?] Run up like a needle with the trouble, n***a, and I Dive in the work bare, lookin' like [?] I spit it hella wicked, n***a let's-let's rock f**ing with the brain, n***a Might get shot You don't make sense like a timeless watch n***a, I get hot like a Pyrrhic spot (Wooh!) n***a, I'm the brainsick f**ing David Ruffin I'm on the stove and all you lame n***as is makin' [?nothin'?] Shave with the [?], Get [?] with the work My work so good, make you call in the work And then do a bullet, n***a can't f** wit' me n***a hit me, 150, Eight ball in the work Aguilera, n***a, no Christina [?] my dope demeanor You're more like jelly Don't go with Pepsi That Coca-Cola, That c**aína f**in' with a k**a in the danger zone Keep a 9 Millimeter, ready to shave yo' dome Brain-Brain muthaf**a, when the brain is gone And I keep the streets tripped with no safety on If rap don't work, then I shake it home When a n***a gonna see that my fame is gone I be posted on the block all day with chrome Selling [?], Man, like Krayzie Bone [C.Ray/Charles Xavier] [Hook x2]: Yeah, We at 'em with this dope game Catch us in the trap, we cookin' all day I turn on the track and I feel no pain At 'em with this spittin' Got 'em sniffing up this Cocaine [Verse 4: Redro k**son]: