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Whiskey & Coke Video (MV)




Performed By: Cy
Language: English
Length: 3:27
Written by: Chris Yebra
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Cy - Whiskey & Coke Lyrics




Yeah, I took shots, only ass whiskey and coke
Beating out my liver, see I feel em down my throat
I drink it cause I'm nervous, cause today I got my court
It's easy not to face it, but I'll die for sure

The charges said, and evidence that incriminates
LB's most wanted and the city only came to place
When I gas out, no mercy to my enemies
That's the shit I did, man, since I was a young MC

No way that you'll get rid of me, it's rejection
Electricity in my flow, it's so flawless
Look into my murder scenes, I'm in that Reaper shit
When it comes to kill a bitch, somebody tell A$AP

I'm on that Rocky shit, and it's a bad world
And I'm a mad man, you got the wrong comic
You won't see Batman, so when I hit this
Y'all better hit the deck, I kick the pistol world

Light a fluid, poison, spit
I want no whiskey, no whiskey in my coke
So, before I die, man, I want to eat in style
A fresh steak with a side of a wine

Showered and run with some sweet apple pie
And with a nice bitch that knows how to lie
Cause I'm way too good, yeah, I said I'm way too good
I was busy reading books and forgot about the hood

Cause I'd rather live in riches than to die without a roof
And I won't talk money cause I got nothing to prove
But the day will come, and it'll be a shootout
My mental is so focused, promising to dig out

This is my start, no way that I'ma reset
And to the wild we go, don't be afraid, kid
For these margaritas, for these bella senoritas
Cause when they say all my name, I swear to God I love Latinas

When they say coffee, come over, I can tell she wants my business
That bitch is what I love, and you can quote this
So, turn the AC on, even though it's winter
Cause I'm heating up that dragon fire, breathe up

My shit's sweet, and yours came in too bitter
Love to some city, man, I came to deliver
I want my whiskey, my whiskey in my cup
I want my whiskey, my whiskey in my cup

I want my whiskey, my whiskey in my cup
I want my whiskey, my whiskey in my cup
Yeah, they ask me, hey, Chris, do you got this
And boy, I do got it, why y'all thought this was for practice

Latin is my heritage, I love it with a passion
And they used to laugh at me, cause I have a heavy accent
Know what I mean, jelly bean
Blood in and blood out, who could forget that dirty scene

Bump into that Wu-Tang, all about the cream
My city got real talent, now you know who is the king
I'm pulling out my cup, smoking every ounce
And if that bitch don't want me, tap that ass and tell her bounce

Tell Jimmy where I'm headed and to meet me by my house
I'm bout to drop some heat while I'm sitting on the couch
Don't cut me with that reel, ain't no time to chill
Getting bitches on way wetter than Navy Seals

If this was the drive, you could bet I'd be a steal
Cause I'm a do me, don't give a f*ck of how you feel, for real
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English

Yeah, I took shots, only ass whiskey and coke
Beating out my liver, see I feel em down my throat
I drink it cause I'm nervous, cause today I got my court
It's easy not to face it, but I'll die for sure

The charges said, and evidence that incriminates
LB's most wanted and the city only came to place
When I gas out, no mercy to my enemies
That's the shit I did, man, since I was a young MC

No way that you'll get rid of me, it's rejection
Electricity in my flow, it's so flawless
Look into my murder scenes, I'm in that Reaper shit
When it comes to kill a bitch, somebody tell A$AP

I'm on that Rocky shit, and it's a bad world
And I'm a mad man, you got the wrong comic
You won't see Batman, so when I hit this
Y'all better hit the deck, I kick the pistol world

Light a fluid, poison, spit
I want no whiskey, no whiskey in my coke
So, before I die, man, I want to eat in style
A fresh steak with a side of a wine

Showered and run with some sweet apple pie
And with a nice bitch that knows how to lie
Cause I'm way too good, yeah, I said I'm way too good
I was busy reading books and forgot about the hood

Cause I'd rather live in riches than to die without a roof
And I won't talk money cause I got nothing to prove
But the day will come, and it'll be a shootout
My mental is so focused, promising to dig out

This is my start, no way that I'ma reset
And to the wild we go, don't be afraid, kid
For these margaritas, for these bella senoritas
Cause when they say all my name, I swear to God I love Latinas

When they say coffee, come over, I can tell she wants my business
That bitch is what I love, and you can quote this
So, turn the AC on, even though it's winter
Cause I'm heating up that dragon fire, breathe up

My shit's sweet, and yours came in too bitter
Love to some city, man, I came to deliver
I want my whiskey, my whiskey in my cup
I want my whiskey, my whiskey in my cup

I want my whiskey, my whiskey in my cup
I want my whiskey, my whiskey in my cup
Yeah, they ask me, hey, Chris, do you got this
And boy, I do got it, why y'all thought this was for practice

Latin is my heritage, I love it with a passion
And they used to laugh at me, cause I have a heavy accent
Know what I mean, jelly bean
Blood in and blood out, who could forget that dirty scene

Bump into that Wu-Tang, all about the cream
My city got real talent, now you know who is the king
I'm pulling out my cup, smoking every ounce
And if that bitch don't want me, tap that ass and tell her bounce

Tell Jimmy where I'm headed and to meet me by my house
I'm bout to drop some heat while I'm sitting on the couch
Don't cut me with that reel, ain't no time to chill
Getting bitches on way wetter than Navy Seals

If this was the drive, you could bet I'd be a steal
Cause I'm a do me, don't give a f*ck of how you feel, for real
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Writer: Chris Yebra
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