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(Slaine)Don't get sidetracked, c'mon. There's a million dollars in the motherfucking pocket. La Coka Nostra. We taking the motherfucking hip hop game over punching them in the eye. Yeah, I'm getting high.(Slaine)If you ain't know homes then it might go downLa Coka Nostra, now you in the Psycho RealmFBI got files on a microfilmWe got kids on our dick like a Michael filmNo Neverland Ranch or a Running Man jamJust a hundred-man camp go-go-gonna blam blamR-r-running stance man with a ton of damn plantsThen get the money and scram with the gun in my pants(Ill Bill)Visions of pain, cut like incisions with bladesSpoke to the Devil yesterday, he put some shit in my brainTwisted with Slaine, Manitoba sniffing the 'caine'86, take Jordans off of kids on the trainI spit flames, spit fireballs, wire jawsMy mind stay hacked through firewallsWe causing the riot y'allWe them white boys always down to fight and brawlMalcolm X out the window, make the rifles talk(Everlast)Yo I'm mad obnoxious and I'm kinda rudeLetras de cancionesGot a pocket full of money, need to strip for foodGot an airplane ticket and a new suitcaseGot a boxcutter tucked underneath my shoelaceGot my nuts up and my passport readyLet's hit the fucking bar and see some titties already12th and Alvarado, pull over by the wallI'mma jump out the cab and cop this eight ball(Sick Jacken)Le vendí polvo a los güeros, están locos los cabrónes, son los más cocodrilos del ghetto, (What'd he say?)serio pedo con el clavo de yeyo, gringo periquero con el chavo primero. (What the fuck is he talking about?)Dicen que se llama la Coka Nostra, saco un ocho, luego piden otra bolsale pone a esa madre hasta que el vato choca. Surtiendoles es La Cosa Nostra, homie.(Slaine)You so fucking crazy I'm freaking, let's vanishI don't even know if what he's speaking is SpanishPuerto Rican, Japanese, Korean, or HaitianWe stick out like a sore thumb being caucasianChill the fuck out, Slaine! Who's in the Lincoln?(Ill Bill)You're coked out your face and the booze that you're drinkingIs making you p-noid, confusing your thinkingChill out in front of Everlast, you're just gonna jinx him!(Everlast)Ey yo I can hear you dudes running your mouthsI got some cokehead bitches naked up at the houseWe can feed em all yey and bust nuts in their mouths but I'm taking the dime(Slaine)I'll fuck the duck on the couch. Yo what's your name anyways? Britney? Didn't you used to work over at Centerfolds? They fired you cause you were too fat? Oh that's fucked up. You look skinny to me. You like doing coke though, right? Oh I can get you a job somewhere else. Show me your titties. From Letras Mania