C. Pope - Cocaina lyrics

[Intro: Busta Rhymes] Ai-ya-ya-yio... Busta Rhymes ya gotsa be the sure shot Flipmode ya gotsa be the sure shot Aftermath ya gotsa be the sure shot My live n***as y'know; who be the sure shot? Live b**hes y'know; who be the sure shot? Shhhiiieeettt... [Verse 1] I'm back in ya soul just like a minister I'm big like a movie, I'm on the screen and at the cinema While I'm in the process of slowly gettin rid of ya I'm bag a couple b**hes, and then I throw 'em in my videa Yeah, yeah, the God of the block Y'know me k**a had you spreadin' the spot wet and twist it like Olivia Oh sh**, flow so sicker than Chlamydia We know you a slouch duke, we don't even consider ya Boss n***a, see or hear me in ya area The more n***as, the murders, the more the money, the more the merrier Smash sh** 'til everything become ma** hysteria Hungry for street sh**, see I be takin care of ya check n***a f** all the talk, homey I'm daring ya The lead from the shot'll poison ya blood like malaria Maybach Excelero exotic Worm skin interior, my swagger to my b**h to my money It's all superior [Hook: Busta Rhymes] When we in the spot y'know that we sure to shine (to shine) It's all so holy and so divine an*lyze n***as 'til we can read ya mind Sometimes a real live n***a is hard to find We like, "d** overdose n***as every time" (Cocaina baby, c**aina baby, c**aina baby, c**aina baby) (Cocaina baby, c**aina baby, c**aina baby, c**aina baby) We like, "d** overdose n***as every time" (Cocaina baby, c**aina baby) [Verse 2] Yo, I'm tired of tellin ya Back on my bullsh**, f**in put a shell in ya Gangster n***as respect it, salute me on the regular When it comes to the street sh**, define me as the emperor Check it my n***a.. most of you muhf**ers amateur I muster the n***a quick and damage any challenger But now y'know, "Oh a n***a flow so spectacular" Break n***as down and handle you muhf**in characters Captain of this sh** but most of you n***as is pa**engers I'm takin it back to the hood, like '87 Maximas Yeah, yeah y'know who the truth, no need for askin the, same question again To get the same answer bruh, fasten ya seatbelt b**hes f** wit the bachelor Wit' money like a thousand coke deals from here to Panama Strike like a brightness, a light.. I'm here to dazzle ya Whole hood from the boroughs, to the n***as up in Attica Soldiers in the streets, the Middle East, way down to Canada When it comes to the block, y'know I'm the amba**ador Follow nobody's footsteps, but said it like a scavenger Wanna talk money b**h!? Then holla at my manager The way y'all n***as is trash, my crew'll get to blasting ya Twelve shot clip, hollow tips, quick to plaster ya All over the cement, spread ya like I'm mashing Everything, Bus-a-Bus date... but check ya f**in calendar! [Hook] [Outro: Marsha & Busta Rhymes] So.. high.. Take me all the waaayyy, where you are (c**aina baby, c**aina baby, c**aina baby) I really want to beeee, take me now Take us far awaayyy, to the skkkyyy (c**aina baby, c**aina baby, c**aina baby) I really want to beeee, so.. high