Brujeria La Coka Nostra (Ft. Sick Jacken)
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[Intro: Slaine]
Don't get sidetracked, come on
There's a million dollars in the motherfucking pocket
La Coka Nostra, we taking the motherfucking hip-hop game over, punching em in the eye
Yeah, I'm getting high...
[Verse 1: Slaine]
If you ain't know homes then it might go down
La Coka Nostra, now you in the Psycho Realm
FBI got files on a microfilm
We got kids on our dick like a Michael film
No Neverland Ranch or a Running Man jam
Just a hundred-man camp go-go-gonna blam blam
R-r-running stance man with a ton of damn plants
Then get the money and scram with the gun in my pants
[Verse 2: ILL Bill]
Visions of pain, cut like incisions with blades
Spoke to the Devil yesterday, he put some shit in my brain
Twisted with Slaine, Manitoba sniffing the 'caine
'86, take Jordans off of kids on the train
I spit flames, spit fireballs, wire jaws
My mind stay hacked through firewalls
We causing the riot y'all
We them white boys always down to fight and brawl
Malcolm X out the window, make the rifles talk
Don't get sidetracked, come on
There's a million dollars in the motherfucking pocket
La Coka Nostra, we taking the motherfucking hip-hop game over, punching em in the eye
Yeah, I'm getting high...
[Verse 1: Slaine]
If you ain't know homes then it might go down
La Coka Nostra, now you in the Psycho Realm
FBI got files on a microfilm
We got kids on our dick like a Michael film
No Neverland Ranch or a Running Man jam
Just a hundred-man camp go-go-gonna blam blam
R-r-running stance man with a ton of damn plants
Then get the money and scram with the gun in my pants
[Verse 2: ILL Bill]
Visions of pain, cut like incisions with blades
Spoke to the Devil yesterday, he put some shit in my brain
Twisted with Slaine, Manitoba sniffing the 'caine
'86, take Jordans off of kids on the train
I spit flames, spit fireballs, wire jaws
My mind stay hacked through firewalls
We causing the riot y'all
We them white boys always down to fight and brawl
Malcolm X out the window, make the rifles talk
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