Back up on my toes about my two 11s, my name is cocaine And that's 1-8-7, we like the dynamic duo in the Batmobile So when we get through, we like to send a 96 to Dennyville And we be sharp like our uncle Eric used to be Lemma Zintint with the tech on the seat Yo, givin' the player haters migraines, chest pains It's the original, the unforgettable Cause I be mobbin' through the streets Man, I be still gettin' high sippin' VSO peeps So no pain, no gain, yeah, baby's over free And they call me cocaine with some gold, don't quit it

And they call me cocaine with some gold, don't kill the nigga How could you think of that? You got that? I've no cocaine Niggas gonna hate with real motherfuckers, I'm a blow them all down I have game like my nigga, Johnny Mack with a spin for hell

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