Dre Dog - 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 motherf*ckers 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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