[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
You know this shit be so great, when I successfully import shipments
Of Coke [?] nigga
Deliveries in any weather, from Columbia to Cuba, even way from Venezuela
Now you niggas better know, you better believe this shit is groovey
With connects like A-Z, from the Paid In Full movie
I run the strip, run the block, I be the king of what I do
I toat a clip, toat a Glock, sware I'm coming for your crew
Keep the woods up in my sock, [?] pockets filled with [?]
Celebrate like the 4th of July, cock the gun and shoot
Celebrate like the 4th of July, cock the gun and shoot
Celebrate like the 4th of July, cock the gun and shoot
[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
No need to question how a nigga put it down
Bundle up a couple bricks, then I bounce right out of town
And I hold onto my paper, and I continue with balling
Go to sleep and dream, and start hearing the voice of the fiends calling
Grab a siv [?] measureing the baking soda and the coca
And give a fiend a taste, until a [?] blend us over
Set up shop, then I toat the mack
Bundle up my stacks
Couple minutes, fiends spread the word, the king of coke is back
Hustle when the sun is up and goes down, the sky is black
It's when the fiends lerk in droves, when I champion the crack
Now the strip is getting heavy,, you know the bubble can't stop
Fiends drewling by the spot, with a line around the block
Every day my palm itch, getting dough is my fetish
Love the way the fiends come back to get it
24 hour C.P.S., [?]
[?] I'ma spell it out, welcome to my crack [?]
You know this shit be so great, when I successfully import shipments
Of Coke [?] nigga
Deliveries in any weather, from Columbia to Cuba, even way from Venezuela
Now you niggas better know, you better believe this shit is groovey
With connects like A-Z, from the Paid In Full movie
I run the strip, run the block, I be the king of what I do
I toat a clip, toat a Glock, sware I'm coming for your crew
Keep the woods up in my sock, [?] pockets filled with [?]
Celebrate like the 4th of July, cock the gun and shoot
Celebrate like the 4th of July, cock the gun and shoot
Celebrate like the 4th of July, cock the gun and shoot
[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
No need to question how a nigga put it down
Bundle up a couple bricks, then I bounce right out of town
And I hold onto my paper, and I continue with balling
Go to sleep and dream, and start hearing the voice of the fiends calling
Grab a siv [?] measureing the baking soda and the coca
And give a fiend a taste, until a [?] blend us over
Set up shop, then I toat the mack
Bundle up my stacks
Couple minutes, fiends spread the word, the king of coke is back
Hustle when the sun is up and goes down, the sky is black
It's when the fiends lerk in droves, when I champion the crack
Now the strip is getting heavy,, you know the bubble can't stop
Fiends drewling by the spot, with a line around the block
Every day my palm itch, getting dough is my fetish
Love the way the fiends come back to get it
24 hour C.P.S., [?]
[?] I'ma spell it out, welcome to my crack [?]
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