Dice

Dice - Cocaine songtekst

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[Dice: talking like Scarface]

You know what I'm saying Manny

Were going to do this, Manny

We got all type of money around here

I'm not going to lie to you Manny

This is what it's all about Manny

The girl right there

This girl is what it's all about Manny

Follow me Manny

Get the money Manny



[Verse 1:]

I've been around the world and back

So many times I've lost track

Loved by the drug lords in Africa and Iraq

Born and raised in Colombia

I traveled the seas

Most wanted by these Cuban's, cause I'm making them G's

Created by leaves

Guys with ghats protect me from thieves

See they put me to the test, cut me up with some mess

I was too powerful, but now I'm straight for the U.S

The Don Madelyn was a warrior

He shipped me on a boat to Florida

There I was met by some chick named Gloria

Who afforded me, took me to some cats that rewarded me

With the razor, they chopped me up and then they snorted me

Then they shipped me off to Atlanta

On an airplane with Manny and Tony Montana

Overheard them say some rich folks are lovin it

But they don't know I'm controlled by the government

I travel in a suitcase, and keep cool as a fridge

I've been through the white house

Plus across the Brooklyn bridge



[Chorus:]

I've traveled the world and the seven seas

Cocaine business controls America!

Cocaine business controls America!

Cocaine business controls America!

Cocaine business controls!



[Verse 2:]

I'm in 52 states at the same time, I warned ya

Arrived in California, at 6:15

By 8:15 I was into people's blood stream

They kept knocking at the door exchanging me for cream

These people chopped me

In Detroit they cooked me up and rocked me

I'm at a party getting smoked

By some Russians that play hockey

I destroyed the life of Roy Tarpley

So no more NBA, I almost had Cool J

And further more I was put here to destroy the poor

I even have them strung out, and start an all out war

See jealous niggas bring the ruckus

They snitch and give cops tips

The bustas, they found the cake of me

In the spare tire of a g-rides Cutlass

And now he up state, I roll with these thug niggas

Cause thug niggas push weight, and that's great

If you run out, re-up and you straight

A Chaldean found dead in his black mark 8



[Chorus]



[Verse 3:]

The world is mine, no competition

Been through the nose of these rich white folks

Lawyers and politicians, I'm hazardous to your condition

I got prostitutes turning tricks for me, in all positions

I made all you niggas famous, give me my props

Smoke is in and out of pawnshops

But in my game you locked up, or put in a pine box

I'm far from racist, been in plenty car chases

Don't have to call, so these drug dealers won't catch cases

I'm the boss, they should crown me the king of weight loss

My alias is white horse, bust it

They put me in a crack pipe and stuff it

CP brown, I mess around

And have more base hits then Kirby Puckett

I have the whole world in rehab

From Black, White, to Arab

I'll have your body so numb

You couldn't feel a Holyfield jab

Careless whispers, I'm ill as hurricane or twisters

Ask Richard Pryor, or the Pointer Sisters



[Chorus x2]
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