[Intro: Termanology]
Narco
Wash money like I wash clothes
Speedin' in the Bronco
Yo
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yo
[Verse 1: Termanology]
We the real life Narcos
Even the dope got a bar code
I wash money like I wash clothes
Speedin' in the Bronco
Green in the Fanto
I'm from the state of hate, police raid your place
They don't wanna see you shine like Bathing Apes
The gun reign supreme
Blood spatter their shirt like a Miskeen
Had a baby with a fiend
Too wavy, off the Lean
Bent my digital scale, know what I mean?
Too much weight then your scale'll lean
Man, this is the American dream
I'm different, more disciplined, hope you listenin'
Still, slingin' water and the christenin'
They miserable, that's why they wanna belittle you
Even in the Bible, the righteous ones were ridiculed
Still kinda hopin' that the sky's open
My eyes open like my mind's open
I put a half E in the basketball
Pure raw, no cut or in Acetol
Put the burner to his face, no mask at all
Just gave him sign like, 'bitch, pass it off'
I move the product slow but I get it poppin' though
Bitch, I make a lotta dough
Cocaine kaleidoscope
[Chorus: Termanology]
The raw, the raw
Co-cocaine kaleidoscope
The raw, the raw
I got a cocaine kaleidoscope
The raw, the raw
Cocaine kaleidoscope
The raw-the raw
I see the world through my cocaine kaleidoscope
The raw, the raw
Co-cocaine kaleidoscope
The raw, the raw
I got a cocaine kaleidoscope
The raw, the raw
Cocaine kaleidoscope
The raw-the raw
I see the world through my cocaine kaleidoscope
[Verse 2: Tek]
Hey, yo, man, let your bullshit walk
While my money talk and the forty-for spark
I know the custom, upper face, hustle at my own pace
I weigh the coke by the eighths (Man, uh)
You know it come in different colors
White, brown, tan, butter (Uh-huh)
We cook it up with the Moët (With the Moët)
Give the fiends a double hit
Bitches tell me I'm the shit
Uh, I tell 'em call me by my first name (First name)
Because the dice hit your feet don't mean you in the game (no), no
Every better, granted better (Granted better)
Motherfucker, better get your shit together (Get your shit together, man)
Uh, homie, where your dough at?
Ace to a deuce, y'all better pray you don't throw that
Quick to catch a body, I got the semi in a Hemi
Niggas quick to catch a body, flee back to Trini'
[Verse 3: General Steele]
Jyeah, contraband in the carry-on (Uh-huh)
My nigga vagabonds on that Barry Bonds
Juicers for life like the Ghost
Livin' off experience (uh), hammer stay close
Montana had the hood bananas, thug lived glamorous (Uh-huh)
Phones bugged, hand-to-hand, caught on cameras
Ride the iron stallion matched with the battalion
Caught slippin', runnin' now'll get, slashed for that medallion (Somethin' wildin')
Catch a case, a couple thousand make a killin' (Uh-huh)
That's a L on the jacket, murder raps and racketeerin' (Yeah)
Yeah, the God's bars genius (Yeah)
Coke on the Soul Train, Don Cornelius
Pablo ran to Medellín, money in the cleaners (Uh-huh)
Carlito tried to leave the game but the streets need us
OD, intravenous, son got a lotta dope (Yeah)
Every rhyme a line of blow (Yeah)
Cocaine kaleidoscope
[Chorus: Termanology]
The raw, the raw
Co-cocaine kaleidoscope
The raw, the raw
I got a cocaine kaleidoscope
The raw, the raw
Cocaine kaleidoscope
The raw-the raw
I see the world through my cocaine kaleidoscope
The raw, the raw
Co-cocaine kaleidoscope
The raw, the raw
I got a cocaine kaleidoscope
The raw, the raw
Cocaine kaleidoscope
The raw-the raw
I see the world through my cocaine kaleidoscope
[Outro]
Raw-raw-raw-raw