Cocaine (We Own The Night Pt. 2)

[Chorus: Sen City]

Sunny days, bitch, I'm in the trap real low

They wanna know, you sell Cocaine

All the hoes be callin my name, everybody wants fame

Now tell me, nigga, will you sell Cocaine

[Verse 1: Jim Jones]

I fixed my viser, blockin out the sun

I double park, until the block is done

Sittin low, you here them hoes yappin

If you listen closer, you here them foes clappin

Pop shit, like Zip did

Cop bricks, like Rich did

Sold Coke, and got fly with it

Won 60 at the dice, and bought a ride with it

Reffrance raw, we was sellin raw

Tree bought the game, and I was left up north

I listened close to what the streets was teachin

They made more doe than what my teacher teachin

The only traide was to traide the snow

Talkin to the dealer, traidin off my porch

This game is insane, a crazy sport

You be thinkin of mistakes, on the way to court

[Chorus: Sen City]

Sunny days, bitch, I'm in the trap real low

They wanna know, you sell Cocaine

All the hoes be callin my name, everybody wants fame

Now tell me, nigga, will you sell Cocaine

[Verse 2: Jim Jones]

Sunup, loyalty to sunup

When it come to Killa, boy, and Santana

I could tell you about the joy and the blunders

Surv up white mix, and callin it Piranha

They make cowboys out of Cocaine, hundred thou toys, out the dope game

Bout 5 ticks rite by the

Propain

Make it disarmed, than harder, nigga, know James

Getting block money, put you in a different place

Told a chick I love her, tell her get lost, you should've seen her face

Should've saw mine, you thinkin bout love, crazy lady, and I'm thinkin bout Carbine

No Shamone line, shit, if not, grab my gun

Fingers so sticky, feel like I could wall climb

Hold me up with fish scale didgets, I met the guy, rite out doing trailer visits

[Chorus: Sen City]

Sunny days, bitch, I'm in the trap real low

They wanna know, you sell Cocaine

All the hoes be callin my name, everybody wants fame

Now tell me, nigga, will you sell Cocaine