Cocaina - Busta Rhymes, Marsha of Floetry

Ai-ya-ya-yio…

Busta Rhymes ya gotsa be the sure shot

Flipmode ya gotsa be the sure shot

Aftermath ya gotsa be the sure shot

My live niggas y’know;

who be the sure shot?

Live bitches y’know;

who be the sure shot?

Shhhiiieeettt…

I’m back in ya soul just like a minister

I’m big like a movie, I’m on the screen and at the cinema

While I’m in the process of slowly gettin rid of ya

I’m bag a couple bitches, and then I throw 'em in my videa

Yeah, yeah, the God of the block

Y’know me killa had you spreadin' the spot wet

and twist it like Olivia

Oh shit, flow so sicker than Chlamydia

We know you a slouch duke, we don’t even consider ya

Boss nigga, see or hear me in ya area

The more niggas, the murders, the more the money, the more the merrier

Smash shit 'til everything become mass hysteria

Hungry for street shit, see I be takin care of ya check nigga

Fuck all the talk, homey I’m daring ya

The lead from the shot’ll poison ya blood like malaria

Maybach Excelero exotic

Worm skin interior, my swagger to my bitch to my money

It’s all superior

When we in the spot y’know that we sure to shine (to shine)

It’s all so holy and so divine

Analyze niggas 'til we can read ya mind

Sometimes a real live nigga is hard to find

We like, «drugs overdose niggas every time»

(Cocaina baby, cocaina baby, cocaina baby, cocaina baby)

(Cocaina baby, cocaina baby, cocaina baby, cocaina baby)

We like, «drugs overdose niggas every time»

(Cocaina baby, cocaina baby)

Yo, I’m tired of tellin ya

Back on my bullshit, fuckin put a shell in ya

Gangster niggas respect it,

salute me on the regular

When it comes to the street shit, define me as the emperor

Check it my nigga.

most of you muhfuckers amateur

I muster the nigga quick and damage any challenger

But now y’know, «Oh a nigga flow so spectacular»

Break niggas down and handle you muhfuckin characters

Captain of this shit but most of you niggas is passengers

I’m takin it back to the hood, like '87 Maximas

Yeah, yeah y’know who the truth, no need for askin the, same question again

To get the same answer bruh, fasten ya seatbelt

Bitches fuck wit the bachelor

Wit' money like a thousand coke deals from here to Panama

Strike like a brightness, a light.

I’m here to dazzle ya

Whole hood from the boroughs, to the niggas up in Attica

Soldiers in the streets, the Middle East, way down to Canada

When it comes to the block, y’know I’m the ambassador

Follow nobody’s footsteps

, but said it like a scavenger

Wanna talk money bitch?!

Then holla at my manager

The way y’all niggas is trash, my crew’ll get to blasting ya

Twelve shot clip, hollow tips, quick to plaster ya

All over the cement, spread ya like I’m mashing

Everything, Bus-a-Bus date… but check ya fuckin calendar!

So.

high.

Take me all the waaayyy, where you are (cocaina baby, cocaina baby,

cocaina baby)

I really want to beeee, take me now

Take us far awaayyy, to the skkkyyy (cocaina baby, cocaina baby, cocaina baby)

I really want to beeee, so.

high