Sylvia Robinson - White Lines '89 - Part II (Don't Do It) lyrics

White Lines '89 - Part II (Don't Do It) Base, blow, base, blow [Verse 1] White Lines 1989, let's try it one more time Whites standing on the crack line Using one another Eyes as wide as a manhole cover Smoking like a chimney Puffing like a dragon Try to hold your breath too long Now you're gagging Try to tell yourself that you need a lift Make a couple of lines and then (sniff!) Sniff your world away, sniff your girl away Sniff your life away, sniff your wife away Sniff your money your gold and your friends Your credit cards it's not very hard Once you start it never ends Blast off hands on the throttle Basing chasing genies in a bottle Make a wish but don't say it out loud All you're gonna gain is pain in another cloud Anticipation, the thing called crack is going to ruin the nation Everyone is buying it and then trying it You made your bed and lie in it There is no denying it I'm the drug you should do, but who's fooling who You tried doing crack but crack is doing you Base, blow, base, blow [Verse 2] Why did you put your life on the line? Things were going fine until you played with those white lines You're in and out of rehab You put up a front for a month then you relapse You're back out on the ave you're getting schemed You need some blow some speed and indeed You got a nosebleed You let the blood run on, wipe it away Then take another one on one, two on two A hundred on a hundred Wish it was more but then you already done it all Even licked the ink off the dollar bill You had a dollar bill, until you illed and sniffed overk** It's still yearning, stomach churning, your nose is burning You're coming down fast start to plummet Pockets empty as Mother Hubbard's cupboard Now you're turning to crime And everything you own is mine all mine, boy Fun baby... Don't do it! Don't do it! Base, blow, base, blow [Verse 3] Standing on the corner, like Gotti Worthless scottie you're a nobody You met a girl, she's a straight up fiend Give her a half of crack she'll lick your nose clean Slam bam for a quarter graham Made you feel real, like a big man Now you're ice cold, flash your bankroll, but You're the lowest face on the totem pole Sell to the brother that robbed their mother That raped the sisters, murdered and k**ed one another's Uncles, aunts, nephews and nieces But for what, a few little pieces of crack?! A few dollars and a nice set of wheels s**er you was born to lose you caught a raw deal You're a marked man up to no good Used by the mob to wreck your own neighborhood And while most Italians get out on bail You got dark skin, you're gonna rot in jail! Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, Cubans or Blacks You get held back when you sell crack Base, blow, base, blow [Verse 4] I met a lady, at a party She had the nerve to say that she want my body We moved and grooved, she removed, I was smooth Took her to my room and she sure improved Two hours later she put on her clothes Right in my room she start to powder her nose I told her it was wrong and she made it a joke She said, "My name is Pepsi, things go better with Coke" Base, blow, base, blow [Verse 5] At the front door looking for a white line And then O.D. off the right rhyme On the dance floor at the disco New York, L.A. to San Francisco The white lines phenomenon goes on and on Til your money is gone, til the break of dawn I'm the stuff people love to love White dove what dreams and nightmares are made of The ultimate sin for the ma**es It could be solid, liquid or gaseous Powder form crystal whatever I make you out think yourself, I'm that clever Make you see things nearer hear clearer Looking at me is staring down in a mirror and Seeing the inner demon of your ego You're a junkie, adios amigo I left you cold, and your soul's in a black hole Lo and behold I'm s** d** and rock and roll All combined and refined by the devil To bring all society to my level Just one more line is worth everything Your car, your kids even your diamond ring There's no debating, sniff some of this You'll belong to satan Base, blow, base, blow [Verse 6] On your hands and knees, on the floor Searching, you want and need, got to have some more You found a rock, tasted bitter But it wasn't crack it was kitty litter Executives and athletes Taste the thrill of victory The agony of defeat Colombians will give you a taste But there's nothing free about freebase Base, blow, base, blow