Dre Dog (andre Nickatina) Soul Of A Coke Dealer Lyrics

Soul Of A Coke Dealer Lyrics

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[Andre Nickatina]



You say you want it all



You say forget the law



And everything you saw, you copped it from the raw



You gon' be like the ones in sky



And for a sec I was bout to ask why



But we was broke



It's 83' with a street gleam



And young cats is rockin up and gettin' street teams



And motherfuckers that hate me and want me to die



Man they can see that I'm broke in my eye



I need to do it, I need to talk to Twinky, he'd probably front me somethin



He made 20 g's, outta straight nothin'



And Pee Wee bought a 69' cutty



That niggaz mackin bitches makin money



That shit ain't funny



Cuz I'm a go get her and makin thangs iller



It's like a pain killer, but it's much realer



And in my callin' I could see the scrilla



Playboy just said coke dealer, man I'ma try







We had a lunch date, in 1988



And from your sad face, you said you caught a case



But besides that the money was pilin' up, business was doin good



You movin' on thru the hood



Got you a house no doubt in Vallejo



For $700 ounce you gon' drop straight yayo



Niggaz be talkin bad, sometimes I be gettin' mad



I just gotta gun, yo my mother said don't call



And like paper I was ripped apart



Because you know that my mother is my heart



I feel ashamed, cuz im'a blast first up in the game



It ain't a mystery to me, money close at range



Cuz these bitches be talkin shit



I live by the crucifix



Because of my pathways, party my last day



Praise to the double glock



I've smoken so much pot



I don't know if I like it or not



I got beef wit the Barry brothers



They started hearin' my name up in the game



And told the undercovers



Yeah so here we go round and round



The streets don't make a sound



Don't they come uptown, nigga we cut em' down



And thats the mind state for all those niggaz



Rats bitin' cheese yeah all those squeelers



Till the devil come and get us yeah they all gon' feel us



Don't make it hard for coke dealers







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Ok it's 92', now what you gonna do?



I heard you killed a guard, in ya fightin squad



He said Nicky man you know the street theory



I can't let the competition near me



I hate em' dearly



I'm so out of control in my life



Live by the sword and die by the knife



My mother called to give her best



The police picked up the phone started to laugh



And said he's under arrest



I felt pain in my heart from a thousand whips



Man, I wish I had never learned to bag a zip



You should have seen they face when I payed my bail



It was the look of the devil thats gon' send me to hell



I made a call and I got a plot



Cuz when it comes to this lawyer



He wants the money man there ain't no disguise



And these bitches with these cold hearts



Man they be tellin' they friends



That I'm a give em' a gang of ends and then



My misery is legendary



And I could hear the old coke dealers cryin at the cemetary



I'm in the fast lane with no brakes



And when it comes to this money



I need a bakery to cook these cakes



Man I'm goin to hell



Or I'm a die in jail



Or these bullets gon' rain



And I'm gonna get nailed



Cut cut cut me down Nicky



It make me wanna shiver



The lost soul of a coke dealer







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The lost soul of a coke dealer



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